Today is Christmas Day and it has been a good day with family. Last night Susan and Sarah came to the 10:30 p.m. church service where I was signing with the choir in my first Christmas Eve performance. We sang about twice what we normally do and with the late hour, I was pretty tired. Today I slept quite late (9:45) as a result. Good thing everyone else was in no hurry.
JoAnn came over and we opened the stockings as is our custom. Then we rustled up lunch and had a quiet afternoon. JoAnn and Susan reading/napping. Sarah and I went to see the movie Big Eyes which was good. We came home, had dinner and enjoyed sitting around until it was time for JoAnn to go home. She was talking about riding the bus to Wal-Mart tomorrow so that should be a good post-Christmas adventure.
I'm taking off tomorrow so I anticipate it should be a relaxing Boxing Day as well.
Thursday, December 25, 2014
Tuesday, December 16, 2014
McAllen Half Marathon
Sunday, December 14 was the McAllen Marathon and Half Marathon and Relay Marathon. Over 1000 people signed up for the half. A very large crowd.
The plan was to run with John Rodriguez as we had been training together. He'd been itching to go faster but I'd been trying to rein him back. Our goal was to train for the Austin 26.2 in February after all.
John seemed nervous and preoccupied that morning. Not sure why. We got there early and milled around. I looked for the fellow Maniacs warming up but couldn't find anyone. We saw some usual marathoning faces, Randy and Michelle, Scott Crane, City Commissioner, Frank, Tammy and others. At 7:00 a.m the gun went off and we started.
Following our plan (generally) we had our walk breaks planned. John was walking fast. Running about the same. Weather was mild. At mile 5 John said he cramped up and fell behind. I of course thought he was ahead of me and started running faster. He caught up but then we separated again. I ran the last few miles with Tammy and then by myself.
I had expected my time to be between 2:15 and 2:20 and came in on that number. My results are here. John came in at 2:24. We were in the second half of the 40-49 age group. As expected.
I enjoyed the finish line and then headed off to church. One of the advantages of running in Houston is the 0545 church service there. But the 1100 service at St. John's did fine.
Very bad news later that day made for a dark end. Our friend Scott Crane pulled out of the full marathon at mile 17, feeling bad. He went home, collapsed and was rushed to the hospital where he died that afternoon - massive heart attack at age 50. Scott was an experienced runner so it was quite unusual that it happened. RIP Scott. You will not be forgotten.
The plan was to run with John Rodriguez as we had been training together. He'd been itching to go faster but I'd been trying to rein him back. Our goal was to train for the Austin 26.2 in February after all.
John seemed nervous and preoccupied that morning. Not sure why. We got there early and milled around. I looked for the fellow Maniacs warming up but couldn't find anyone. We saw some usual marathoning faces, Randy and Michelle, Scott Crane, City Commissioner, Frank, Tammy and others. At 7:00 a.m the gun went off and we started.
Following our plan (generally) we had our walk breaks planned. John was walking fast. Running about the same. Weather was mild. At mile 5 John said he cramped up and fell behind. I of course thought he was ahead of me and started running faster. He caught up but then we separated again. I ran the last few miles with Tammy and then by myself.
I had expected my time to be between 2:15 and 2:20 and came in on that number. My results are here. John came in at 2:24. We were in the second half of the 40-49 age group. As expected.
I enjoyed the finish line and then headed off to church. One of the advantages of running in Houston is the 0545 church service there. But the 1100 service at St. John's did fine.
Very bad news later that day made for a dark end. Our friend Scott Crane pulled out of the full marathon at mile 17, feeling bad. He went home, collapsed and was rushed to the hospital where he died that afternoon - massive heart attack at age 50. Scott was an experienced runner so it was quite unusual that it happened. RIP Scott. You will not be forgotten.
Wednesday, December 10, 2014
Darold Maxwell – 1947-2014
Darold Maxwell, who had a long and illustrious legal career,
died in October 2014 at the age of 67.
Darold was a native of California but had lived and worked in Houston
since 1979. He was a very intelligent
man, having graduated from Harvard Law School with high honors. After practicing law in San Francisco for 5
years, he moved to Houston to teach tax law full time at the University of
Houston Law Center. After teaching full
time for 2 years, he returned to private practice. He continued to teach law at UH Law as an adjunct professor for many years.
He took two sabbaticals during his career, one in the early
80s and another in the late 80s to sail extensively in the Caribbean, each for
a year at a time. He returned to live
and work in the Clear Lake area where he practiced law in his own firm since
1989. Sailing was a passion of his and
he was very involved in the local sailors community.
He will be remembered for his legal acumen, his high
standards, his teaching, and his love of sailing including his Harvest Moon
Regatta victories.
On a personal note, he hired a young UH Law graduate
straight out of school and spent much time molding him into the type of
associate attorney that he wanted to have.
He was demanding in a way that made you want to achieve the success of
his approval. Nothing worthwhile is
easy.
He achieved his goal of practicing law at a high level in
the area that he wanted to live and the lifestyle he wanted to have.
Tuesday, October 21, 2014
The Country Doctor and his Patient
Susan alerted me that Dr. William Burch, the doctor who delivered her, died recently in North Carolina at the age of 90.
His obituary shows his services as a country doctor:
William started his medical service to the community in Hickory Nut Gorge in 1953 and moved to the current location in Lake Lure in 1987 where continued to practice medicine until he retired in March 2014.
William was an active community member in the Lake Lure, Chimney Rock and Hickory Nut Gorge communities and was instrumental in forming the fire and rescue volunteer services that are in place today.
His area of services must have been quite rural in 1953. The current population of Lake Lure is only 1,700 people. That 2 lane stretch of road from Fairview to Bat Cave through Hickory Nut Gorge is still not greatly populated. Susan recalled that Dr. Burch ran a "hospital" in the area, which was literally out of his home.
Susan's grandfather Walter Sales had a heart attack in his 50s and was hospitalized there. Susan said at age 9 or 10 she was too young to visit him. Undeterred, she went to his window on the first floor and crawled in to see him. Dr. Burch probably looked the other way, she thought.
Walter was part of the US troops that liberated some of the concentration camps in World War II. Dr. Burch served in both WWII and Korea before returning home. Susan noted that many men of that Greatest Generation did not come home completely healthy from the war experience.
Walter Sales
Walter died at the young age of 63. Dr. Burch was probably there.
I'm sure Dr. Burch touched a lot of lives and provided much care to a community that needed the care. It's a good legacy to serve any community for 61 years.
His obituary shows his services as a country doctor:
William started his medical service to the community in Hickory Nut Gorge in 1953 and moved to the current location in Lake Lure in 1987 where continued to practice medicine until he retired in March 2014.
William was an active community member in the Lake Lure, Chimney Rock and Hickory Nut Gorge communities and was instrumental in forming the fire and rescue volunteer services that are in place today.
His area of services must have been quite rural in 1953. The current population of Lake Lure is only 1,700 people. That 2 lane stretch of road from Fairview to Bat Cave through Hickory Nut Gorge is still not greatly populated. Susan recalled that Dr. Burch ran a "hospital" in the area, which was literally out of his home.
Susan's grandfather Walter Sales had a heart attack in his 50s and was hospitalized there. Susan said at age 9 or 10 she was too young to visit him. Undeterred, she went to his window on the first floor and crawled in to see him. Dr. Burch probably looked the other way, she thought.
Walter was part of the US troops that liberated some of the concentration camps in World War II. Dr. Burch served in both WWII and Korea before returning home. Susan noted that many men of that Greatest Generation did not come home completely healthy from the war experience.
Walter died at the young age of 63. Dr. Burch was probably there.
I'm sure Dr. Burch touched a lot of lives and provided much care to a community that needed the care. It's a good legacy to serve any community for 61 years.
Tuesday, October 14, 2014
Postseason Baseball
I've been enjoying watching baseball this postseason. Kansas City just beat Baltimore to go ahead 3-0. My friend Verna who died in 2000 was a big Royals fan. This October - she died of breast cancer - she'd be happy to see the Royals heading toward a likely World Series appearance. A nice memory.
On the other side of Missouri, the Cardinals are in it agains the Giants, Cards behind 2-1 but never count them out. A long history of fine baseball. My friend Len is likely watching closely. Another big heartland fan.
With the roundout of Gone Girl, Missouri is the state of the month.
On the other side of Missouri, the Cardinals are in it agains the Giants, Cards behind 2-1 but never count them out. A long history of fine baseball. My friend Len is likely watching closely. Another big heartland fan.
With the roundout of Gone Girl, Missouri is the state of the month.
Saturday, September 20, 2014
Life Itself
This is a combination of a biopic as well as a reality show about the film critic and writer Roger Ebert, who died this year. Available On Demand now. Directed by Steve James of Hoops Dreams fame, which is perfect for a combo of Chicago and reality.
Roger had thyroid cancer and had his lower jaw removed. In the movie, you can see through his mouth back to the bandages on his neck which cover the hole where he receives his nutrition. Shocking at first, after the film goes on, you get used to seeing it. He uses voice recognition and computer writing and blogging to communicate.
As an experienced writer, he takes to the new form like its an old hand, which it really it. We see his growing up and writing starting at a young age. We see his film career and the two-edged sword of his TV partnership/professional rivalry with Gene Siskel Like two brothers who don't like each other.
Very well done as it gives an insight into the personality of Roger Ebert. It makes you like him and also know some of his faults at the same time. A very fine tribute to a man who made a great contribution to American society.
* * * *
"Two Thumbs Up!"
Roger had thyroid cancer and had his lower jaw removed. In the movie, you can see through his mouth back to the bandages on his neck which cover the hole where he receives his nutrition. Shocking at first, after the film goes on, you get used to seeing it. He uses voice recognition and computer writing and blogging to communicate.
As an experienced writer, he takes to the new form like its an old hand, which it really it. We see his growing up and writing starting at a young age. We see his film career and the two-edged sword of his TV partnership/professional rivalry with Gene Siskel Like two brothers who don't like each other.
Very well done as it gives an insight into the personality of Roger Ebert. It makes you like him and also know some of his faults at the same time. A very fine tribute to a man who made a great contribution to American society.
* * * *
"Two Thumbs Up!"
Monday, September 15, 2014
Scene of the Crime
While in Dallas this summer visiting my friend Jeff, I was on the way back to DFW airport and had left a bit early having a full day pretty much free before flying home. My GPS took me to the rental car center - slowly but surely. As I turned on Rental Car Drive, there it was, off to the side - Bear Creek Golf Club. By instinct, I turned in...
I made my way down the bumpy drive, looking around. Coming into view, I saw a parking lot and clubhouse/golf shop. It looked 80s-ish. I tried to remember its look, but I couldn't. Nothing special from the outside.
Going inside, more of the same. It looked like a muni pro shop - basic gear for sale. Rates were posted - very reasonable - $35 or so for a round plus cart. Not too many people around but it was a Monday.
I struck up a conversation - "Well, sir, we have 2 18's, the West and East. The East is the more challenging, as you can see from the slope rating" I looked at the scorecard: 73.4/138 - quite high.
"That's the one" I said to myself.
* * *
It was 1983 when I saw that course for the first time. It was the American Junior Golf Association Hyatt Bear Creek Junior Tournament at that time. I drove up from Austin to play my senior year of high school. The AJGA was the big junior tournament tour at the time. I had played in one tournament in Abilene the year before and performed badly under difficult conditions. But I was a year old and better now.
The course, like the set up before in Abilene, was very tough. The course was long for its day and there were many trees, traps and water hazards. The first hole was a par 5 and I must have made a 7 or so on it. The next hole, the number 1 handicap hole. It did not get better. I gutted it out and really tried to do my best. I was certainly capable of shooting in the 70s or 80s at that time. But this was not the day.
After a string of bogeys or worse, on the 15th hole, I was down the middle with 140 or so to the green, Finally a chance for a short iron, put it on the green, get it going. But no. My ball was in a divot in the middle of the fairway. No chance - I hit it fat and well short of the green. That was the highest and lowest point of the day.
I shot some score in the 90s - can't even remember exactly. It was at the very bottom. Quite humiliating, even though there was no one I knew at the tournament. To make matters worse, I was staying at this SMU fraternity house with a friend of the family (not even a friend of mine) and had to go back to these people I didn't even know or like and report on my poor performance.
That night I decided that this AJGA tournament wasn't important to me, and that I needed to get back to Austin to clear out my game in time for the Austin high school District 26 5-A Championship which was that following Monday or Tuesday. So I bailed on the AJGA - just quit - did not show for round 2 - headed back home - the proverbial Trunk Slam.
It must have been just a poorly timed slump. I struggled on the range on Sunday in Austin, shot 92 again the first day of the District Tournament, but settled in at 83 on day 2 to help the team get second place. A week or two later at the Regional Tournament, I had 2 of my best rounds under pressure, 80-81 to nearly be low man on the team to Jeff's 83-77. We had a good senior finish the two of us. And we're still good friends. And he can still beat me. And that's just the way it is.
In hindsight, the competition on the AJGA circuit was nationwide and the players were among the best from many different states, not just Texas. The courses selected were very difficult. Both tournaments I traveled to at age 17 by myself. I didn't even consider playing a practice round and didn't know what to expect. There was an expectation that college coaches were watching. No wonder I did poorly.
Conversely, the District Championship was an "A" Tournament for me, and (looking back) I'm glad I realized that it was more important to me that some Dallas tournament.
* * *
The pro at Bear Creek asked "Would you like to play or maybe hit some balls? We've got clubs available" It was hot and I had a flight to catch so I declined and headed out. No sense in trying change the past.
* * *
Today, I still enjoy the game and have played many fine courses. I've met some good friends through the game and believe that I can play with anyone. I've had instruction from some of the greats of the game. Some of those friends from the Austin District Championship went on to careers on the PGA Tour.
I've got many more good memories than bad in my golf games. Living Well is the Best Revenge.
I made my way down the bumpy drive, looking around. Coming into view, I saw a parking lot and clubhouse/golf shop. It looked 80s-ish. I tried to remember its look, but I couldn't. Nothing special from the outside.
Going inside, more of the same. It looked like a muni pro shop - basic gear for sale. Rates were posted - very reasonable - $35 or so for a round plus cart. Not too many people around but it was a Monday.
I struck up a conversation - "Well, sir, we have 2 18's, the West and East. The East is the more challenging, as you can see from the slope rating" I looked at the scorecard: 73.4/138 - quite high.
"That's the one" I said to myself.
* * *
It was 1983 when I saw that course for the first time. It was the American Junior Golf Association Hyatt Bear Creek Junior Tournament at that time. I drove up from Austin to play my senior year of high school. The AJGA was the big junior tournament tour at the time. I had played in one tournament in Abilene the year before and performed badly under difficult conditions. But I was a year old and better now.
The course, like the set up before in Abilene, was very tough. The course was long for its day and there were many trees, traps and water hazards. The first hole was a par 5 and I must have made a 7 or so on it. The next hole, the number 1 handicap hole. It did not get better. I gutted it out and really tried to do my best. I was certainly capable of shooting in the 70s or 80s at that time. But this was not the day.
After a string of bogeys or worse, on the 15th hole, I was down the middle with 140 or so to the green, Finally a chance for a short iron, put it on the green, get it going. But no. My ball was in a divot in the middle of the fairway. No chance - I hit it fat and well short of the green. That was the highest and lowest point of the day.
I shot some score in the 90s - can't even remember exactly. It was at the very bottom. Quite humiliating, even though there was no one I knew at the tournament. To make matters worse, I was staying at this SMU fraternity house with a friend of the family (not even a friend of mine) and had to go back to these people I didn't even know or like and report on my poor performance.
That night I decided that this AJGA tournament wasn't important to me, and that I needed to get back to Austin to clear out my game in time for the Austin high school District 26 5-A Championship which was that following Monday or Tuesday. So I bailed on the AJGA - just quit - did not show for round 2 - headed back home - the proverbial Trunk Slam.
It must have been just a poorly timed slump. I struggled on the range on Sunday in Austin, shot 92 again the first day of the District Tournament, but settled in at 83 on day 2 to help the team get second place. A week or two later at the Regional Tournament, I had 2 of my best rounds under pressure, 80-81 to nearly be low man on the team to Jeff's 83-77. We had a good senior finish the two of us. And we're still good friends. And he can still beat me. And that's just the way it is.
In hindsight, the competition on the AJGA circuit was nationwide and the players were among the best from many different states, not just Texas. The courses selected were very difficult. Both tournaments I traveled to at age 17 by myself. I didn't even consider playing a practice round and didn't know what to expect. There was an expectation that college coaches were watching. No wonder I did poorly.
Conversely, the District Championship was an "A" Tournament for me, and (looking back) I'm glad I realized that it was more important to me that some Dallas tournament.
* * *
The pro at Bear Creek asked "Would you like to play or maybe hit some balls? We've got clubs available" It was hot and I had a flight to catch so I declined and headed out. No sense in trying change the past.
* * *
Today, I still enjoy the game and have played many fine courses. I've met some good friends through the game and believe that I can play with anyone. I've had instruction from some of the greats of the game. Some of those friends from the Austin District Championship went on to careers on the PGA Tour.
I've got many more good memories than bad in my golf games. Living Well is the Best Revenge.
Saturday, September 13, 2014
Butterscotch the Cat
Our cat Butterscotch died on Labor Day, September 1,
2014 at the age of 11. He came to us in 2003 as a second cat to
Peppermint (hence the matching name). Plus his orange tabby coat.
Butterscotch was a very easygoing cat. As time went on he
became quite a large, even fat cat, and weighed easily over 20 lbs. When
he jumped on you, you felt it. He was a perfect match to an otherwise
anxious Peppermint and an overactive Spencer, our dog of 3 years. Spencer
could bite, jump on, hump Butterscotch and Butterscotch would shrug it off.
Since he had a large appetite, Butterscotch would eat several
times a day, most memorably at 3 a.m. He would know to wake me up then.
You could set an alarm by it. It was always easier to just feed him
because he was not going back to sleep or being quiet otherwise. With
weight like he had, you could hear his paws thumping on the door or walls
pretty loudly.
Always a healthy cat until the end, Butterscotch rarely had to go
to the vet. He like to be outside and memorably had a "night on the
town" when he got out and stayed out all night. He was back on the
patio the next morning, ready for breakfast.
In the end, it was fitting that hunger did him in. According
to the vet, the talented and caring Dr Amanda Roge, he developed cancer or
lymphoma which hit his liver and sapped his appetite. This came on in
only a week and caused him to drop significant weight. He was half his
size when he died. Death came quickly and he died at home which seemed
right for an indoor cat.
As Susan said, there's 2 cats in Kitty Heaven waiting for him.
Saturday, August 30, 2014
Catcher in the Rye
In my classic book phase, I've been rereading some books from the past. While I read this one, I didn't recall much to it. On second reading, it's very advanced.
"I suppose the first thing you want to hear about it my stupid life" starts the famous first line. This is a cue that he is talking to a psychiatrist and the book continues in this first person, "I did this, then that" rhythm. Holden Caulfield has been kicked out of yet another prep school and in a manic fit, leaves to head home before his parents find out about the dismissal. He's unhappy at the school but generally liked, despite a few peculiarities. He seems smart so we are not quite sure why he is flunking out.
For a long weekend, he goes to New York City to kill time. He fills up the time at bars and walking around, generally getting in tiffs with everyone he meets. He's not so much as unhappy as unwilling to get along with those he contacts. He's got money to burn so he is strong willed and thinks he can get want he wants by money and charm. Sometimes he does but often not.
When the money runs out as it always does, he goes home not to see his parents but to see his younger sister Phoebe, who is someone who loves him unconditionally. Holden knows that and uses it to his advantage. It provides him with a glimpse of happiness.
Interesting, the Catcher in the Rye relates to a Robert Burns poem. Children are playing in the rye fields, unaware of the looming cliff of death nearby. Holden pictures himself catching these children before they fall.
Holden has his demons which are exposed and for which we can sympathize. There's hope for him but navigating this teenage stages is difficult for anyone. Published in the 1950s it was and still is very advanced in descriptions of maniac depression, suicide, sexual assault and a general ignorance/willful blindness toward mental illness.
**** - deserving of classic status
"I suppose the first thing you want to hear about it my stupid life" starts the famous first line. This is a cue that he is talking to a psychiatrist and the book continues in this first person, "I did this, then that" rhythm. Holden Caulfield has been kicked out of yet another prep school and in a manic fit, leaves to head home before his parents find out about the dismissal. He's unhappy at the school but generally liked, despite a few peculiarities. He seems smart so we are not quite sure why he is flunking out.
For a long weekend, he goes to New York City to kill time. He fills up the time at bars and walking around, generally getting in tiffs with everyone he meets. He's not so much as unhappy as unwilling to get along with those he contacts. He's got money to burn so he is strong willed and thinks he can get want he wants by money and charm. Sometimes he does but often not.
When the money runs out as it always does, he goes home not to see his parents but to see his younger sister Phoebe, who is someone who loves him unconditionally. Holden knows that and uses it to his advantage. It provides him with a glimpse of happiness.
Interesting, the Catcher in the Rye relates to a Robert Burns poem. Children are playing in the rye fields, unaware of the looming cliff of death nearby. Holden pictures himself catching these children before they fall.
Holden has his demons which are exposed and for which we can sympathize. There's hope for him but navigating this teenage stages is difficult for anyone. Published in the 1950s it was and still is very advanced in descriptions of maniac depression, suicide, sexual assault and a general ignorance/willful blindness toward mental illness.
**** - deserving of classic status
Saturday, August 9, 2014
Summer 2014 - so far
I was recalling that it has been a really nice summer so far. Starting it off in Maui was a great thing and there have been other cool places. We've been to Las Vegas and we are in Austin now. This trip has been nice in that it has been somewhat relaxing. Our friend Larry got the Pioneer Award from the Texas Association of Broadcasters and we had a good group here to celebrate.
Then on Friday, I had arranged to play golf. He couldn't make it so I carried on with a round of golf at the UT Golf Club. I played with Oscar and he liked it a lot. We had a forecaddy who was named Andrew. He was a good guide for us. Oscar had to leave after 9 holes but Andrew and I carried on and the second nine was even better.
The trip last week to Dallas and then Shreveport was a good one as well. It was nice to see Jeff and Brittany as well as Joe and Sandy and Richard and Lisa. We had a lot of fun with the River Cities Triathlon, enjoyed spending time together. I also got to see my friends Erich and Karola and their new house in Celina, TX
Then on Friday, I had arranged to play golf. He couldn't make it so I carried on with a round of golf at the UT Golf Club. I played with Oscar and he liked it a lot. We had a forecaddy who was named Andrew. He was a good guide for us. Oscar had to leave after 9 holes but Andrew and I carried on and the second nine was even better.
The trip last week to Dallas and then Shreveport was a good one as well. It was nice to see Jeff and Brittany as well as Joe and Sandy and Richard and Lisa. We had a lot of fun with the River Cities Triathlon, enjoyed spending time together. I also got to see my friends Erich and Karola and their new house in Celina, TX
Monday, August 4, 2014
Dallas 2014
In what has become an annual trip, I was in Dallas this past Friday - Monday visiting my friend Jeff. We've known each other since age 14 but it's been these trips where we spend a few days together that really cement things. I stay at his home, he takes a little time off work and other responsibilities - it's a special time.
We did the River Cities Triathlon in Shreveport, actually in the Cypress Black Bayou Park. If that sounds very Louisiana, then you're right, it is. I finished this year in 2:00 which was good on a borrowed bike. Sure beat the driving up from last year. Flying was a good way to go.
We stayed at our friend Joe's house. He had a full house - his family (3) plus Jeff, Greg, Heidi, Richard and Lisa. Plus 2 dogs, Shakey and Findley. We had a nice cookout after the race - eating at home is always a good way to go. We had to stop for pie - Richards' choice and it was very Southern Living. Ed would have like it a lot.
Dinner Sunday night was at the Outback. I lived large with steak, shrimp, mac & cheese, chopped salad and topped it off with cake at home from the bridal shower that Brittany gave while we were gone.
Today Jeff and I had lunch with his mom. Always fun to see her and him. Great 4 days. Now, back home for a bit and then we go to Austin for Larry's award banquet. Should be great.
We did the River Cities Triathlon in Shreveport, actually in the Cypress Black Bayou Park. If that sounds very Louisiana, then you're right, it is. I finished this year in 2:00 which was good on a borrowed bike. Sure beat the driving up from last year. Flying was a good way to go.
We stayed at our friend Joe's house. He had a full house - his family (3) plus Jeff, Greg, Heidi, Richard and Lisa. Plus 2 dogs, Shakey and Findley. We had a nice cookout after the race - eating at home is always a good way to go. We had to stop for pie - Richards' choice and it was very Southern Living. Ed would have like it a lot.
Dinner Sunday night was at the Outback. I lived large with steak, shrimp, mac & cheese, chopped salad and topped it off with cake at home from the bridal shower that Brittany gave while we were gone.
Today Jeff and I had lunch with his mom. Always fun to see her and him. Great 4 days. Now, back home for a bit and then we go to Austin for Larry's award banquet. Should be great.
Monday, July 21, 2014
Pete Rose now
As a kid, the Pete Rose card in the 70s was the Golden Ticket. I never saw one, but he was the icon of baseball players then.
Funny how things end up.
Funny how things end up.
Saturday, July 19, 2014
Lake Austin
Talking with my friend Jason today, who is an avid water skier, we recalled days of skiing on Lake Austin. This "Lake" is really the Colorado River between the Mansfield Dam (north) and the Tom Miller Dam (south). As a dammed river the lake level is constant. Jason recalled (correctly) of the cold water, particularly at the north end.
Dad purchased a boat in 1984 from some friend of his (Roger?). My Uncle Vernon had a boat before his divorce from my aunt Sharon so that was my first introduction to Lake Austin. On that first day on the water, around 1976 or so, we stopped at this local burger/beer stand on the west side of the lake. Jason recalled it too. The name has now come to me: Ski Shores. There were also other places on the lake, the Lakeside Club and the County Line. You could pull your boat up and dock there.
The best skiing was of course on Monday and Tuesdays when no one was out there. Since the boat was already in the water at Boat Town, it was as simple as going to get a car out. Weekends would be crowded - we'd stay away then.
The fun lasted for the summers of 84 and 85. The boat went away after then. It was an excellent boat - Ski Nautique which was the prized ski boat of that day and location, the Ford Mustang of the water. It even had a Ford V8 engine.
I learned to ski when I was at Camp La Junta in the 70s but I got better having our own boat. Many good memories.. Even when I fell and the ski cut my head, and I got 9 stitches in my forehead. Perhaps that's when and why Dad sold the boat.
Dad purchased a boat in 1984 from some friend of his (Roger?). My Uncle Vernon had a boat before his divorce from my aunt Sharon so that was my first introduction to Lake Austin. On that first day on the water, around 1976 or so, we stopped at this local burger/beer stand on the west side of the lake. Jason recalled it too. The name has now come to me: Ski Shores. There were also other places on the lake, the Lakeside Club and the County Line. You could pull your boat up and dock there.
The best skiing was of course on Monday and Tuesdays when no one was out there. Since the boat was already in the water at Boat Town, it was as simple as going to get a car out. Weekends would be crowded - we'd stay away then.
The fun lasted for the summers of 84 and 85. The boat went away after then. It was an excellent boat - Ski Nautique which was the prized ski boat of that day and location, the Ford Mustang of the water. It even had a Ford V8 engine.
I learned to ski when I was at Camp La Junta in the 70s but I got better having our own boat. Many good memories.. Even when I fell and the ski cut my head, and I got 9 stitches in my forehead. Perhaps that's when and why Dad sold the boat.
Tuesday, July 15, 2014
Junior Golf becomes Senior Golf
Reading a comment online this last week, Scott Verplank said of the golf course for the US Senior Mens' Open, "Everyone will really like the renovation of Oak Tree National" As a former Oklahoma State Cowboy, he's played there many a time and certainly would know.
I've never met Scott but when I was a junior golfer in Austin, he was the #1 junior player in Texas in the early 80s. He of course got a scholarship to play at Oklahoma State which is the Duke of men's golf, having won multiple championships. He then went on to a long and successful career on the PGA Tour and is now continuing at age 50+ on the Senior Tour.
So to think that a junior golfer is now a senior golfer is quite a jump. Like seeing that a Playmate is younger than you, it makes you appreciate time passing.
I've never met Scott but when I was a junior golfer in Austin, he was the #1 junior player in Texas in the early 80s. He of course got a scholarship to play at Oklahoma State which is the Duke of men's golf, having won multiple championships. He then went on to a long and successful career on the PGA Tour and is now continuing at age 50+ on the Senior Tour.
So to think that a junior golfer is now a senior golfer is quite a jump. Like seeing that a Playmate is younger than you, it makes you appreciate time passing.
Sunday, July 13, 2014
The Barber
While in Las Vegas recently, seeing the red and blue striped pole in the Palazzo Spa and having a bit of time, I decided that a haircut was in order. Little did I know I'd get an education and a history lesson at the same time.
Philip the barber took his craft very seriously. He looked the part with his black shirt and red bow tie. As I like to say, if you're going to get in the game, you've got to be dressed to play.
According to Philip, the barber's craft has been in a demographic decline over the years, but the service is poised for a comeback, as people seek a "Wow" factor. When barber shops in the 70s gave way to the hair stylists, he changed with the times. Now, the time and skill and attention to detail of a barber is now recognized as a valuable skill that should be compensated. The supply is low and demand higher.
I didn't even go to a barber shop until I was in the 9th grade, after we moved to Austin. When I was younger, my mother cut my hair and I have the pictures to show for it. I'm sure it was me that refused to go see a barber and I was generally clueless about how I should look for at least the elementary school years.
Around the 7th grade my hair was over my ears. My mother cut more over one ear that I expected. I saw the one ear and panicked. I flatly refused to let her "even it up" and I went around lopsided for a day or two until the junior high teasing reached my ear(s). "Hey Turley, who cut your hair?" [laughter and embarrassment]
Professional help was needed and my mother took me to Command Performance in the Memorial City Mall where I recall a nice lady did what she could to straighten it out. She did encourage me to come back a second time. She also graciously did not press me for details on what happened.
After then I became a convert to the out-of-home hair cutting. In Austin, the local neighborhood men and boys in the know were to the Casis Barber Shop right by our home in the Casis Shopping Center. I think it started with some barber aptly named "Bud" . Bud had sold the shop to James who was the barber of choice.
It was worth making an appointment with James to escape having "one of those girls" cut your hair, as someone once pointedly questioned me who had actually cut my hair. I lied and said it was James. Never made that mistake again.
In Lexington VA in college, there was Wendell's Barber Shop, one barber, about 500 square feet, right by my apartment. He charged $8.00 for a haircut. He even swept the floor himself. I recall he was closed Wednesdays which was not a day off for him but rather he cut hair that day at Virginia Military Institute. Those cadets got a weekly haircut. If you were a Rat (freshman), they had their heads shaved all year.
In Houston after college, I found the Exxon Building Barber Shop where my father had got his hair cut in the 1960s. As expected in the 90s, the same two barbers of my dad's era were still there, Don and Frank. There was a third, Wendell (no relation).
After a few years, Wendell in Houston retired, followed by Frank. In 1998 or so, I dropped in for a haircut. The barber shop was closed, but there was now a salon next door. Phone number 686-HAIR. I saw a sign in the window: Barber Cuts Available.
I went in to inquire and there was Don working among a group of women. He had his white barber shirt on. The only man there. Needless to say, he looked out of place. When I was getting my hair cut, he told me the barber shop had just closed, the landlord would not renew the lease after 35 years in that location but that he was able to work at the salon for now. This had just happened - in fact I think it was his first week in the new place.
I wrote a story at the time about Don, which has since been lost. It was entitled "A Death, a New Life". I admired Don for his ability to carry on, in the face of a loss of what he had know for so long. I didn't know him well before, but I did send a copy of the story to him. His wife wrote back, saying how much the story meant to her and Don.
So it's nice to see that men like Philip are keeping the old ways up and seeking a bridge to the next generation. I told Philip about a barber I had read about in San Antonio, Rob the Original, who had been profiled in Texas Monthly. "I know Rob, I've met him at the hair shows". Rob has a fresh combination of barbering and art, and perhaps that will be part of the spark that keeps this skill going in the future. Along with Philip's spa-like service, the skill of the barber will adapt and overcome to meet the demand. After all, there will always be a need to fix bad haircuts.
Philip the barber took his craft very seriously. He looked the part with his black shirt and red bow tie. As I like to say, if you're going to get in the game, you've got to be dressed to play.
According to Philip, the barber's craft has been in a demographic decline over the years, but the service is poised for a comeback, as people seek a "Wow" factor. When barber shops in the 70s gave way to the hair stylists, he changed with the times. Now, the time and skill and attention to detail of a barber is now recognized as a valuable skill that should be compensated. The supply is low and demand higher.
I didn't even go to a barber shop until I was in the 9th grade, after we moved to Austin. When I was younger, my mother cut my hair and I have the pictures to show for it. I'm sure it was me that refused to go see a barber and I was generally clueless about how I should look for at least the elementary school years.
Around the 7th grade my hair was over my ears. My mother cut more over one ear that I expected. I saw the one ear and panicked. I flatly refused to let her "even it up" and I went around lopsided for a day or two until the junior high teasing reached my ear(s). "Hey Turley, who cut your hair?" [laughter and embarrassment]
Professional help was needed and my mother took me to Command Performance in the Memorial City Mall where I recall a nice lady did what she could to straighten it out. She did encourage me to come back a second time. She also graciously did not press me for details on what happened.
After then I became a convert to the out-of-home hair cutting. In Austin, the local neighborhood men and boys in the know were to the Casis Barber Shop right by our home in the Casis Shopping Center. I think it started with some barber aptly named "Bud" . Bud had sold the shop to James who was the barber of choice.
It was worth making an appointment with James to escape having "one of those girls" cut your hair, as someone once pointedly questioned me who had actually cut my hair. I lied and said it was James. Never made that mistake again.
In Lexington VA in college, there was Wendell's Barber Shop, one barber, about 500 square feet, right by my apartment. He charged $8.00 for a haircut. He even swept the floor himself. I recall he was closed Wednesdays which was not a day off for him but rather he cut hair that day at Virginia Military Institute. Those cadets got a weekly haircut. If you were a Rat (freshman), they had their heads shaved all year.
In Houston after college, I found the Exxon Building Barber Shop where my father had got his hair cut in the 1960s. As expected in the 90s, the same two barbers of my dad's era were still there, Don and Frank. There was a third, Wendell (no relation).
After a few years, Wendell in Houston retired, followed by Frank. In 1998 or so, I dropped in for a haircut. The barber shop was closed, but there was now a salon next door. Phone number 686-HAIR. I saw a sign in the window: Barber Cuts Available.
I went in to inquire and there was Don working among a group of women. He had his white barber shirt on. The only man there. Needless to say, he looked out of place. When I was getting my hair cut, he told me the barber shop had just closed, the landlord would not renew the lease after 35 years in that location but that he was able to work at the salon for now. This had just happened - in fact I think it was his first week in the new place.
I wrote a story at the time about Don, which has since been lost. It was entitled "A Death, a New Life". I admired Don for his ability to carry on, in the face of a loss of what he had know for so long. I didn't know him well before, but I did send a copy of the story to him. His wife wrote back, saying how much the story meant to her and Don.
So it's nice to see that men like Philip are keeping the old ways up and seeking a bridge to the next generation. I told Philip about a barber I had read about in San Antonio, Rob the Original, who had been profiled in Texas Monthly. "I know Rob, I've met him at the hair shows". Rob has a fresh combination of barbering and art, and perhaps that will be part of the spark that keeps this skill going in the future. Along with Philip's spa-like service, the skill of the barber will adapt and overcome to meet the demand. After all, there will always be a need to fix bad haircuts.
Saturday, July 5, 2014
Las Vegas 2014 Style
In June Susan and I went to Las Vegas and she attended a conference. I was along for the ride. But not alone because her co worker Mariela went to the conference and her husband Miguel was on the ride along too.
Not being big gamblers, we found other things to do on the trip. Eating good meals is always part of the experience. I picked a steakhouse Carnevino which was at our Venetian/Palazzo hotel. Unfortunately it was not worthy of a great review.
On the other hand, our last night we went to Delmonico Steakhouse and it was outstanding. If you want a good meal, go where the New Orleans chefs are. Emeril lived up to his high reputation. Susan had a bone-in filet that was as good as it gets. I had fried chicken and waffles which were well prepared with blackeyed peas. I told you it was a Down South chef.
Some cool events we did were Rock Wall Climbing on 40 foot wall. That was both a mental and physical challenge. I also got a barber cut at the spa with a straight razor. That was a first of a throwback experience. I had a nice visit with the barber Philip.
Miguel and I played golf one day at Bali Hai which was an outstanding course. He also enjoyed going to the Taylor Made Performance Center. We had a nice round with father and son Brent and Keith from South Africa.
Tuesday Miguel and I got up very early to go on a 7 a.m. helicopter ride to the Grand Canyon. We flew out of the Boulder City airport. Funny that we saw Brent and Keith there as well! The helicopter ride was smoother and faster than I expected and it was over pretty quick. I'd like to go back and do a longer ride. We flew what was called the Green Four Route and flew over Hoover Dam, the Pat Tillman Bridge, Lake Mead, the Colorado River and followed it into the Grand Canyon. We flew over but did not stop at the Skywalk.
Tuesday night we saw the show Rock of Ages which was a fun 80s show. Being of that vintage we enjoyed the show but became aware that there were a lot of younger people in Las Vegas. There were all night concerts for Electric Daisy Carnival and people were out at all hours gambling and drinking and dancing and such. I was glad to have the fun I did with all the clean activities we did.
Still came back pretty tired- You know its a big vacation when you're ready to get back to work and rest!
Not being big gamblers, we found other things to do on the trip. Eating good meals is always part of the experience. I picked a steakhouse Carnevino which was at our Venetian/Palazzo hotel. Unfortunately it was not worthy of a great review.
On the other hand, our last night we went to Delmonico Steakhouse and it was outstanding. If you want a good meal, go where the New Orleans chefs are. Emeril lived up to his high reputation. Susan had a bone-in filet that was as good as it gets. I had fried chicken and waffles which were well prepared with blackeyed peas. I told you it was a Down South chef.
Some cool events we did were Rock Wall Climbing on 40 foot wall. That was both a mental and physical challenge. I also got a barber cut at the spa with a straight razor. That was a first of a throwback experience. I had a nice visit with the barber Philip.
Miguel and I played golf one day at Bali Hai which was an outstanding course. He also enjoyed going to the Taylor Made Performance Center. We had a nice round with father and son Brent and Keith from South Africa.
Tuesday Miguel and I got up very early to go on a 7 a.m. helicopter ride to the Grand Canyon. We flew out of the Boulder City airport. Funny that we saw Brent and Keith there as well! The helicopter ride was smoother and faster than I expected and it was over pretty quick. I'd like to go back and do a longer ride. We flew what was called the Green Four Route and flew over Hoover Dam, the Pat Tillman Bridge, Lake Mead, the Colorado River and followed it into the Grand Canyon. We flew over but did not stop at the Skywalk.
Tuesday night we saw the show Rock of Ages which was a fun 80s show. Being of that vintage we enjoyed the show but became aware that there were a lot of younger people in Las Vegas. There were all night concerts for Electric Daisy Carnival and people were out at all hours gambling and drinking and dancing and such. I was glad to have the fun I did with all the clean activities we did.
Still came back pretty tired- You know its a big vacation when you're ready to get back to work and rest!
Thursday, July 3, 2014
Random Acts of Kindness
Having written recently about Mr. Glenn Good, he again came through with more good advice: "Do random acts of kindness".
So this week, I'm doing the equivalent of helping an old lady across the street. Down the street actually. I'll be checking in on Ms. Evelina, 89 years young and living with her son George now. George, being a good father as well as son, is going to help his daughter move so he's out of town. I'm looking foward to my time with Ms. Evelina and I surmise she is looking forward to my visits as well.
I also took out my old friend Cecily to see a movie last night, The Fault In Our Stars. She had a good cry as did most others and it was a nice evening.
So this week, I'm doing the equivalent of helping an old lady across the street. Down the street actually. I'll be checking in on Ms. Evelina, 89 years young and living with her son George now. George, being a good father as well as son, is going to help his daughter move so he's out of town. I'm looking foward to my time with Ms. Evelina and I surmise she is looking forward to my visits as well.
I also took out my old friend Cecily to see a movie last night, The Fault In Our Stars. She had a good cry as did most others and it was a nice evening.
Thursday, June 19, 2014
Juneteenth
Today is an important day in two ways in Texas. On June 19, 1865, blacks received the official word that slavery and the Civil War had ended. This was of course 2 1/2 years after the Emancipation Proclamation. News didn't travel too fast and the war effort of course did not help. Nonetheless, the day has been celebrated since then primarily by the African-American community. Juneteenth is a Texas state holiday as well.
When I was younger Juneteenth was also celebrated at the Houston Country Club with a summer-type party, swimming, buffet supper and other outdoor events. Very similar to the other summer celebrations - Memorial Day, Independence Day, Labor Day. Typically it was held on the nearest Monday with the club then being closed on Tuesday. My mother was the one who told me of the history of Juneteenth.
As was the case with many of my perceptions as a young person, I was quite naive of the events around me. There were no black members of the country club, no black children, no black culture. There were black employees. A friend later told a chilling story - that the club originally "celebrated" Juneteenth to keep the black employees from taking the day off. Whether true or not, what does it matter? - diversity was not always so prized.
The Juneteenth celebration is no more. The last one I recall was probably in the early 80s. At one time my father said there was a Old South-type painting of a club Juneteenth celebration - white patrons and black servers. Like the Juneteenth celebration, the painting has been removed from the club and its collective memory as an embarrassing relic.
When I was younger Juneteenth was also celebrated at the Houston Country Club with a summer-type party, swimming, buffet supper and other outdoor events. Very similar to the other summer celebrations - Memorial Day, Independence Day, Labor Day. Typically it was held on the nearest Monday with the club then being closed on Tuesday. My mother was the one who told me of the history of Juneteenth.
As was the case with many of my perceptions as a young person, I was quite naive of the events around me. There were no black members of the country club, no black children, no black culture. There were black employees. A friend later told a chilling story - that the club originally "celebrated" Juneteenth to keep the black employees from taking the day off. Whether true or not, what does it matter? - diversity was not always so prized.
The Juneteenth celebration is no more. The last one I recall was probably in the early 80s. At one time my father said there was a Old South-type painting of a club Juneteenth celebration - white patrons and black servers. Like the Juneteenth celebration, the painting has been removed from the club and its collective memory as an embarrassing relic.
Sunday, June 15, 2014
Looking for My Father
Lewis Grizzard the noted columnist had a highlight column called "My Daddies". As readers of Lewis would know, his father, Lewis Sr. was a WW2 and Korean War veteran who would have what is called PTSD today. As a result of his mental scars, he was somewhat unstable in his later life, was divorced from Lewis Jr's mother, and was frequently absent from his son's life for long periods of time.
As a result, the son said "I looked for my dad, or parts of my dad, in a lot of other men when I was growing up. I realized that my dad would not be part of my life and wanted to fill that void."
David Cook, sports psychologist, takes this a step further. He writes "Because it seems there is no perfect father on this earth. But all little boys and girls desperately need one. Every man it seems is suffering from some level of drought. And for all of us men, there is a day of reckoning when we realize that not only was our father not perfect, neither are we as fathers… and the cycle continues."
If there is no perfect father on Earth, like Lewis Jr. we look for father figures in all sorts of places. On this Father's Day, in addition to my own dad, I'd like to recognize those other influential men who probably don't or never realized the effect they had as a positive role model and a good influence.
Close to home, my uncle Dr. Vernon Elledge was a significant influence. He died at a relatively young age of 59, but his memories lives on. Vernon was an even tempered, Type B personality. The kind of man you'd want to be attend at a birth, which was his ideal profession as an Obstetrician/OB GYN. While his patience was tested with me as a young boisterous kid (he had three calm daughters), as I grew up, he always treated me more adult than most other adults. It did not go unnoticed. As a result we stayed close in my 20s and 30s. I'm thankful for that time.
My dad had two good friends who I always thought of as men that really cared about what I did or didn't do. They are Fred Alcorn and Glenn Good. Fred is no longer with us, having died the Friday before 9/11/2001. I think it fitting that he didn't have to know about that. Fred was somewhat who never really had to ask about me because I think he always seemed to know from his friendship with my dad. A very bright personality, he always gave off a positive vibe. Fred was a successful man and always gave off the impression that I or others might ultimately hit that level.
Glenn fortunately is still with us, going good at 81. Like my own father, he's always been one to give good advice, and not shy about it. What started as being unexpected (but not unwanted) advice, has evolved into information you WANT to have. I seek him out at the Starbucks in Houston when I am there.
Glenn was ahead of his time in the area of physical fitness, and ran his first marathon in the 70s. He then kept it up with 62 other marathons. When I decided to run my first marathon, he was very supportive (as were all runners). By the Hand of God, guess who happened to be watching me finish in January 2008 and ran the last mile in with me, telling me about crying during the first time he finished a marathon!
I was also fortunately to have a great father in law, David Sales. Again it seems that these men go all too soon, but their influence lives on. David who I called "Dad" [surprise!] was a tough and practical person, honed with growing up in Appalachia and fine tuned with his long and proud military service in the US Navy. David would never take 3 steps when 1 or 2 would do. He was not a man of great means but was generous with what he had in abundance. He treated people fairly and was an excellent teacher of his vast practical knowledge.
I'm sure my own daughter could write her own list of other influential men. As with many things in life, no one and no father does it alone. Thank to my own Dad, Ed Turley, for all you do and have done. And thanks for sharing!
As a result, the son said "I looked for my dad, or parts of my dad, in a lot of other men when I was growing up. I realized that my dad would not be part of my life and wanted to fill that void."
David Cook, sports psychologist, takes this a step further. He writes "Because it seems there is no perfect father on this earth. But all little boys and girls desperately need one. Every man it seems is suffering from some level of drought. And for all of us men, there is a day of reckoning when we realize that not only was our father not perfect, neither are we as fathers… and the cycle continues."
If there is no perfect father on Earth, like Lewis Jr. we look for father figures in all sorts of places. On this Father's Day, in addition to my own dad, I'd like to recognize those other influential men who probably don't or never realized the effect they had as a positive role model and a good influence.
Close to home, my uncle Dr. Vernon Elledge was a significant influence. He died at a relatively young age of 59, but his memories lives on. Vernon was an even tempered, Type B personality. The kind of man you'd want to be attend at a birth, which was his ideal profession as an Obstetrician/OB GYN. While his patience was tested with me as a young boisterous kid (he had three calm daughters), as I grew up, he always treated me more adult than most other adults. It did not go unnoticed. As a result we stayed close in my 20s and 30s. I'm thankful for that time.
My dad had two good friends who I always thought of as men that really cared about what I did or didn't do. They are Fred Alcorn and Glenn Good. Fred is no longer with us, having died the Friday before 9/11/2001. I think it fitting that he didn't have to know about that. Fred was somewhat who never really had to ask about me because I think he always seemed to know from his friendship with my dad. A very bright personality, he always gave off a positive vibe. Fred was a successful man and always gave off the impression that I or others might ultimately hit that level.
Glenn fortunately is still with us, going good at 81. Like my own father, he's always been one to give good advice, and not shy about it. What started as being unexpected (but not unwanted) advice, has evolved into information you WANT to have. I seek him out at the Starbucks in Houston when I am there.
Glenn was ahead of his time in the area of physical fitness, and ran his first marathon in the 70s. He then kept it up with 62 other marathons. When I decided to run my first marathon, he was very supportive (as were all runners). By the Hand of God, guess who happened to be watching me finish in January 2008 and ran the last mile in with me, telling me about crying during the first time he finished a marathon!
I was also fortunately to have a great father in law, David Sales. Again it seems that these men go all too soon, but their influence lives on. David who I called "Dad" [surprise!] was a tough and practical person, honed with growing up in Appalachia and fine tuned with his long and proud military service in the US Navy. David would never take 3 steps when 1 or 2 would do. He was not a man of great means but was generous with what he had in abundance. He treated people fairly and was an excellent teacher of his vast practical knowledge.
I'm sure my own daughter could write her own list of other influential men. As with many things in life, no one and no father does it alone. Thank to my own Dad, Ed Turley, for all you do and have done. And thanks for sharing!
Thursday, May 29, 2014
Maui Hawaii
After several days here in Maui I'd have to say that it has exceeded expectations and that I'd like to stay. Having a week to be here has made it easier to relax and enjoy everything.
There have been a lot of activities. For an island it is a surprisingly big place and of course the best things are not clearly marked. I've enjoyed seeing and learning a bit of the local culture. There is a lot of history and the Ohana (family) spirit is high. But that will obviously take more than just a week to really learn.
Yesterday we went kayaking and snorkeling with two local men. It was cool to listen to them talk a bit about what they are really interested in. Very spiritual and connected to the land.
There have been a lot of activities. For an island it is a surprisingly big place and of course the best things are not clearly marked. I've enjoyed seeing and learning a bit of the local culture. There is a lot of history and the Ohana (family) spirit is high. But that will obviously take more than just a week to really learn.
Yesterday we went kayaking and snorkeling with two local men. It was cool to listen to them talk a bit about what they are really interested in. Very spiritual and connected to the land.
Wednesday, May 21, 2014
Already Gone
Vacation is around the corner and in my mind, I'm halfway there. It's been a nice downward trending week since it seems like people are getting ready for Memorial Day, graduation and summer and legal work is not high on their list. Only happy to oblige here.
I'm working on my book in the meantime. Up to 71 pages. My plan is just to keep putting down words to get to a critical mass (whatever that is). Then the editing is always easier. I need to put a timeline down - maybe I''ll think about that timeline. These life goals are certainly daunting because by definition they can't be done all at once.
I'm working on my book in the meantime. Up to 71 pages. My plan is just to keep putting down words to get to a critical mass (whatever that is). Then the editing is always easier. I need to put a timeline down - maybe I''ll think about that timeline. These life goals are certainly daunting because by definition they can't be done all at once.
Sunday, May 4, 2014
Just the Two of Us
My old friend Clint came to McAllen to play in the Member/Guest golf tournament. I was asked before he got here: "When's the last time you spent 4 days in a row together?" My initial answer was... last century? But the real answer was "We've been spending the days together for a long, long time."
Time just flowed by for the 3 day tournament. We played a practice round and got him adjusted to the course. Then at dinner we had a Calcutta auction bet for our teams. Neither of us knew what to expect and it was a high wire act, but we made it through for a thrifty $400. We didn't know who was bidding on us, but they ended up being our new partners, Sam and Armando.
As for golf, we improved each day and with quota adjustments, we came from 25th to 6th place on Day 3 and ended up in the money. Sam, Armando, Clint and Greg all made some good money from the pot. On day 3 Clint shot 75 and I shot 84, right in line with our handicaps of 3 and 14.
It was fun being together as we both knew what we needed to say and do to get the other relaxed and enjoying the game. Lots of joint strategizing. It was a great team effort.
After 4 days of golf, it was time to get back to normal today on Sunday. As my grandfather Vernon was quoted to say, I need to get back to the office to get some rest after vacation.
Time just flowed by for the 3 day tournament. We played a practice round and got him adjusted to the course. Then at dinner we had a Calcutta auction bet for our teams. Neither of us knew what to expect and it was a high wire act, but we made it through for a thrifty $400. We didn't know who was bidding on us, but they ended up being our new partners, Sam and Armando.
As for golf, we improved each day and with quota adjustments, we came from 25th to 6th place on Day 3 and ended up in the money. Sam, Armando, Clint and Greg all made some good money from the pot. On day 3 Clint shot 75 and I shot 84, right in line with our handicaps of 3 and 14.
It was fun being together as we both knew what we needed to say and do to get the other relaxed and enjoying the game. Lots of joint strategizing. It was a great team effort.
After 4 days of golf, it was time to get back to normal today on Sunday. As my grandfather Vernon was quoted to say, I need to get back to the office to get some rest after vacation.
Tuesday, April 29, 2014
Member-Guest
I'm playing in a golf tournament this week with my friend Clint from Austin. Counting the practice round it will be 4 days of golf, along with lots of day and evening dinners and parties. I was asked "When's the last time you hung out for 4 straight days?" Answer: Never?
You'd have to go a long way back, which we do. But throwing out the growing up years, we've been on vacations, in our weddings, at each other's houses. We shouldn't have any troubles as we're both a couple of straight shooters if I do say so myself.
When I was in Houston, my friend Robert met my friend John and said of John "How are you so much different that Greg?" I think my McAllen friends will like Clint in that same way.
Should be fun. We'll see if anyone bets on us (really!) in the Calcutta auction for the various teams.
You'd have to go a long way back, which we do. But throwing out the growing up years, we've been on vacations, in our weddings, at each other's houses. We shouldn't have any troubles as we're both a couple of straight shooters if I do say so myself.
When I was in Houston, my friend Robert met my friend John and said of John "How are you so much different that Greg?" I think my McAllen friends will like Clint in that same way.
Should be fun. We'll see if anyone bets on us (really!) in the Calcutta auction for the various teams.
Monday, April 14, 2014
Congrats Bubba
Bubba Watson did what Masters winners do on Sunday - play better down the stretch than anyone else, and make the shots under pressure. Congrats to him as not only a 2x champ, but also "the fastest to get to win #2", 6 tries, just like... Arnold Palmer.
Fitting that this long hitting, crowd pleaser, country boy would share that with The King. Phil Mickelson has also been compared to Arnold Palmer so now we've got 2 different Masters champs to choose from.
But will either Phil or Bubba have a drink named after them? Only time will tell.
Fitting that this long hitting, crowd pleaser, country boy would share that with The King. Phil Mickelson has also been compared to Arnold Palmer so now we've got 2 different Masters champs to choose from.
But will either Phil or Bubba have a drink named after them? Only time will tell.
Thursday, April 10, 2014
Masters Week
In honor of the Masters week, I thought of this story from my friend Watt who I used to play golf with when he lived in McAllen. Watt was a fun guy and a decent golfer. He used to live in the DFW area and when he was there, he attended the same church as Byron Nelson in a little town of Roanoke, Texas.
At that time Nelson was a pretty old man, perhaps around 70. People knew his history but perhaps that was a previous career. One day Watt said, "I'm going to the golf range today, would you like to join me?" And Nelson said "Yes that would be nice".
So Watt hit the range with one of the greats, a 2 time Masters Champion, winner of 11 straight tournaments, namesake of the Nelson Bridge on #12 at Augusta National, namesake of the HP Byron Nelson Classic, tutor to all time great Tom Watson, winner of 5 majors and so forth.
Watt said that he received a few tips that day:
When Nelson wanted to hit a fade, he pictured hitting the right side of the ball at 5 o'clock, and a draw the left side at 7 o'clock, a high ball the bottom of the ball below the equator
He also talked about the importance of staying calm.
It's not everyday you get such wisdom. Goes to show that there's a lot of knowledge out there, just for the asking.
At that time Nelson was a pretty old man, perhaps around 70. People knew his history but perhaps that was a previous career. One day Watt said, "I'm going to the golf range today, would you like to join me?" And Nelson said "Yes that would be nice".
So Watt hit the range with one of the greats, a 2 time Masters Champion, winner of 11 straight tournaments, namesake of the Nelson Bridge on #12 at Augusta National, namesake of the HP Byron Nelson Classic, tutor to all time great Tom Watson, winner of 5 majors and so forth.
Watt said that he received a few tips that day:
When Nelson wanted to hit a fade, he pictured hitting the right side of the ball at 5 o'clock, and a draw the left side at 7 o'clock, a high ball the bottom of the ball below the equator
He also talked about the importance of staying calm.
It's not everyday you get such wisdom. Goes to show that there's a lot of knowledge out there, just for the asking.
Tuesday, April 8, 2014
Ironman 70.3 Galveston Race Report
Number 1 on the Life List is done. I completed the Half Ironman, or Ironman 70.3 in Galveston on Sunday, April 6. In a better than expected time of 7:16. My results are HERE.
Best of all, I had a good time doing it. Training started on November 17, 2013 and so that was 20 weeks of training. As a result, I felt prepared during all three legs. Putting it all together was tough as being out for over 7 hours is something you are not likely used to.
Weather turned out to be nearly ideal. Cloudy with some wind but not excessive made for a welcome break from the hot sun that was expected. The wind made for difficult chop on the water which some found tough. I was otherwise inspired and had my best swim time of 48 minues. On the way out the waves were hitting hard, but once we turned, it was like being in a current. Swim distance was 1.2 miles.
On the bike course, the road was very smooth and the winds made for a smooth pedal. It was out past San Luis Pass and then turned around. Fortunately, the wind was not in our face either way. There was rain which made for slippery handlebars. I kept a good grip on so as not to slip off. There were portajohns along the way which made for good rest stops. Some people could ride without stopping but that was not part of my plan. At rest stop number 4 when I was lagging from lack of food, they brought me everything I needed. That was a highlight. Even a cookie - I had been good.
After that I was good to go and finished the ride going through the old airfield, by the Lone Star Flight Museum, a charity of my dad's. That was a good feeling and to be able to ride on the old runway was pretty neat. The ride was 56 miles.
Then the run started. I knew that I just should settle in. On the run course, once we got started, I was not sure I was going the right way. But we settled in. At some point, I felt like I should be running faster and was thinking that I wanted to get it finished.
But then I thought "This will be over before you know it, you'll run the pace you can, and you need to enjoy every bit of this, because tomorrow you'll be ordinary again". On this day, running, I felt extraordinary!
That really helped, as I settled in to the 13.1 miles. My back was getting sore so when I walked a minute at a time, it helped and I got back running again. I had to keep fueling up again because my energy would lag and then bounce back. There were plenty of aid stations so it was a challenge to know when to stop and when to run by.
At mile 11, I realized I needed to fuel up and walk once last bit and then, the run was up the bridge, by the dock, down the waterside, around the corner, and left veer across the finish line. I finished running strong and felt great.
I still had to hold on the rail as they took my chip. After seeing John and Sam come in, and an emotional photo, I had to get something to eat and drink. I enjoyed seeing my friend Lori thereafter. She's doing the full 140.6 Ironman in May.
1.2 mile run + 56 mile bike + 13.1 run = 70.3 miles.
I am an Ironman!
Best of all, I had a good time doing it. Training started on November 17, 2013 and so that was 20 weeks of training. As a result, I felt prepared during all three legs. Putting it all together was tough as being out for over 7 hours is something you are not likely used to.
Weather turned out to be nearly ideal. Cloudy with some wind but not excessive made for a welcome break from the hot sun that was expected. The wind made for difficult chop on the water which some found tough. I was otherwise inspired and had my best swim time of 48 minues. On the way out the waves were hitting hard, but once we turned, it was like being in a current. Swim distance was 1.2 miles.
On the bike course, the road was very smooth and the winds made for a smooth pedal. It was out past San Luis Pass and then turned around. Fortunately, the wind was not in our face either way. There was rain which made for slippery handlebars. I kept a good grip on so as not to slip off. There were portajohns along the way which made for good rest stops. Some people could ride without stopping but that was not part of my plan. At rest stop number 4 when I was lagging from lack of food, they brought me everything I needed. That was a highlight. Even a cookie - I had been good.
After that I was good to go and finished the ride going through the old airfield, by the Lone Star Flight Museum, a charity of my dad's. That was a good feeling and to be able to ride on the old runway was pretty neat. The ride was 56 miles.
Then the run started. I knew that I just should settle in. On the run course, once we got started, I was not sure I was going the right way. But we settled in. At some point, I felt like I should be running faster and was thinking that I wanted to get it finished.
But then I thought "This will be over before you know it, you'll run the pace you can, and you need to enjoy every bit of this, because tomorrow you'll be ordinary again". On this day, running, I felt extraordinary!
That really helped, as I settled in to the 13.1 miles. My back was getting sore so when I walked a minute at a time, it helped and I got back running again. I had to keep fueling up again because my energy would lag and then bounce back. There were plenty of aid stations so it was a challenge to know when to stop and when to run by.
At mile 11, I realized I needed to fuel up and walk once last bit and then, the run was up the bridge, by the dock, down the waterside, around the corner, and left veer across the finish line. I finished running strong and felt great.
I still had to hold on the rail as they took my chip. After seeing John and Sam come in, and an emotional photo, I had to get something to eat and drink. I enjoyed seeing my friend Lori thereafter. She's doing the full 140.6 Ironman in May.
1.2 mile run + 56 mile bike + 13.1 run = 70.3 miles.
I am an Ironman!
Friday, April 4, 2014
Friday before the Big Day
It's Friday and on Sunday, I will be doing the Galveston 70.3 Half Ironman, which I've been training for the past 5 months. My mentor Glenn said to carb up and hydrate and stop all training, which should be easy.
Tomorrow we've got a long drive and then a busy afternoon checking in and getting ready. I'm glad I've done all the other marathons and triathlons so I think I'm pretty well ready for what comes ahead.
But you never know what will happen until you line up that morning. It should be an adventure!
Tomorrow we've got a long drive and then a busy afternoon checking in and getting ready. I'm glad I've done all the other marathons and triathlons so I think I'm pretty well ready for what comes ahead.
But you never know what will happen until you line up that morning. It should be an adventure!
Tuesday, February 25, 2014
Hope Outdoor Gallery/ Castle Hill Grafitti Park
While in Austin, we went on Saturday afternoon to the Hope Outdoor Gallery aka Castle Hill Graffiti Park. Now I didn't know much about it then.... At the corner of 11th and Baylor, just off North Lamar.
As with the Treaty Oak in Austin, this place is a block off of a main street but you might miss it. The neighborhood streets are called Castle Hill and it is a large hillside. At one point, there was construction but for permitting reasons, it was halted. Someone took action thereafter to make this area somewhat usable.
The concrete beams are exposed in a modular fashion. The levels are filled in with dirt so you can walk and climb on it. In the modular areas, grafitti artists ply their trade. I talked with one, Atomos, who said that what he had done would be painted over in a day or two. He also said he was a registered artist there.
Not only was it a visual piece of art, but also it had physical aspect of walking through, climbing up and over. It was a lot of fun. For a beautiful day, there were many people there, all taking pictures and having fun. All at no cost.
Very unique - definitely worth a trip.
As with the Treaty Oak in Austin, this place is a block off of a main street but you might miss it. The neighborhood streets are called Castle Hill and it is a large hillside. At one point, there was construction but for permitting reasons, it was halted. Someone took action thereafter to make this area somewhat usable.
The concrete beams are exposed in a modular fashion. The levels are filled in with dirt so you can walk and climb on it. In the modular areas, grafitti artists ply their trade. I talked with one, Atomos, who said that what he had done would be painted over in a day or two. He also said he was a registered artist there.
Not only was it a visual piece of art, but also it had physical aspect of walking through, climbing up and over. It was a lot of fun. For a beautiful day, there were many people there, all taking pictures and having fun. All at no cost.
Very unique - definitely worth a trip.
Monday, February 17, 2014
New tire
Last Sunday as I was driving to go bike riding in Mission, I crossed the RR tracks at Business 83 and... the tire light came on. When I pulled over to check, you could hear the air hissing out. Fortunately they were run-flats. I called John H to let him know the delay. He suggested I drive the half-mile to his office and he would meet me in 5 minutes.
5 minutes later we were loading the bike into his truck. Like in the military, the mission was paramount. The car could stay there. I was able to drive it home later.
When I went to Discount Tire the next morning, the first thing they asked for was the key for the wheel locks. Whatchoo talkin' 'bout Willis? Never heard or seen such a thing. So the music stopped there.
I then drove to Bert Ogden BMW where my service advisor David and my personal mechanic Andrew removed the locked wheels, replaced the exact tire and got me a new set of locks and key for no key charge. So that was last Monday morning.
Git R Done!
5 minutes later we were loading the bike into his truck. Like in the military, the mission was paramount. The car could stay there. I was able to drive it home later.
When I went to Discount Tire the next morning, the first thing they asked for was the key for the wheel locks. Whatchoo talkin' 'bout Willis? Never heard or seen such a thing. So the music stopped there.
I then drove to Bert Ogden BMW where my service advisor David and my personal mechanic Andrew removed the locked wheels, replaced the exact tire and got me a new set of locks and key for no key charge. So that was last Monday morning.
Git R Done!
Friday, January 3, 2014
Happy New Year - 2014
I was looking at some resolutions from 2013 and was glad to see that I had accomplished them. In fact, I may have taken them to extreme. Some of them were to visit family more often. At the end of the year, I was getting the feedback that I had visited too much!
Looking at the calendar, there were a number of good trips. Can't say I regret them.
Looking at the calendar, there were a number of good trips. Can't say I regret them.
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)