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Thursday, March 25, 2010

Celebrity Sightings


Normally, I don't make a conscious effort to see the well known, but I tend to people watch while in airports and spot one now and then. Years ago when I first started making business trips, I'd often see well known politicians on the shuttle from DC to NY. In the last few years of business travel not as many celebrity sightings for whatever reason, I now realize looking back.

The topic is on my mind because I had a couple during my recent trip. In Dulles as we were waiting to leave, I pointed out Al Gore walking through talking on a cell phone. None of us had any interest in approaching him, however.

The second was a much less famous person but a more interesting encounter. In the airport in Paris, I saw someone who I was fairly sure I recognized from TV, and when I saw he was carrying what looked like a trombone in a case I was about 99% certain. When he sat down, I walked over and asked, "Excuse me, but are you in the Saturday Night Live Orchestra?" He smiled and responded that yes, he had been in it for 25 years.

My wife who was sitting nearby was amazed that I would recognize him, but she agreed that he is somewhat distinctive looking. The three of us had a very pleasant ten minute conversation about music and the show, and I think he was pleased to be recognized. Maybe people of his level of celebrity, as opposed to the big time people like John Travolta and Oprah Winfrey, are less likely to view being approached by strangers who recognized them as an intrusion.

His name is Steve Turre, and he's cut a number of jazz albums under his name as well as appearing on recordings by big names like Ray Charles and Dizzy Gillespie. This morning I bought his latest album.

Tuesday, March 23, 2010

Visit to Italy


Just returned from trip to Florence with my wife, Pam, and my daughter, Rebecca. Although I may post other pictures in the future, I thought about which one I would select if I was limited to one and picked the above shot of Rebecca on the Ponte Vecchio over the River Arno.

I felt that this one was the most appropriate because Pam and I would not have made the trip if Rebecca hadn't suggested it. None of us had been to Europe before. When I was in college, most of my friends went, but I didn't. Pam and I always expressed interest, but we sometimes need a push to do something like this and Rebecca provided this push because art is her career. She did her advance work and knew exactly what she wanted to see, so we spent a couple of days in the cathedrals and museums of Florence. After that was out of the way, we did some day trips into the surrounding Tuscany countryside.

We all loved the scenery, food, and general atmosphere of Italy. Thank you, Becca for bringing us to it. You were great company and are a darling daughter who I am very proud of.

Wednesday, March 10, 2010

Fishing the Upper Patuxent

Acting on a suggestion from the Orvis shop in Bethesda, I fished at the Howard Chapel Road crossing. Yesterday, the guy at the fly fishing store pointed out that today would the last opportunity for a while since rain is forecasted for the next four days.

I felt some insects on my neck a couple of times which looked like stoneflies, but there were no visible rises so I fished streamers downstream from the bridge. A Patuxent Special didn't produce, so I switched to an orange Crystal Bugger and walked further downstream to where there were no footprints. Caught a nice rainbow about a foot long and then a small chub. Noticed some piles of mud which indicate the presence of beavers, and soon saw confirming evidence on some trees.

Water level was 2.8 at Unity, and air temperature was in the upper 50's.

Sunday, March 7, 2010

St. David's Day


March 1, which was last Monday, is a national holiday in Wales, their equivalent of St. Patrick's Day. Although I was conscious of the date and its significance that day, I didn't note it here so now I am. Besides, it's a good excuse for showing their colorful flag.

Sunday, February 21, 2010

The movie "High Fidelity"

Have seen it a number of times and watched some of it today. Many of the scenes reminded me of when I worked part time in a record store in the 70's. Although we were not rude to customers the way the guys in the movie sometimes were, my co-workers and myself looked down on many of them because we were snobby about our tastes in rock music.

The main character reminded me of myself and other guys I have known because of his romantic ups and downs as well as his often erroneous perception that he was the one who was wronged. His obsession about the sex in his relationships with women is probably true of men in general, but probably not all men hear an on-going soundtrack in their lives like the main character and I do. However he explains and describes his life almost solely in terms of music, and I don't do that.

Friday, February 19, 2010

Pam's awkward time

My wife is 23 days older than me although she looks about 23 years younger (and I am not kidding), and the period between our birthdays is unsettling to her. Were we to make the news as a couple during these 23 days, which is unlikely but possible, her age would be listed as 63 and mine as 62. She wouldn't like that.

Nine days to go.

Monday, February 15, 2010

Reading Larry's McMurtry's Novels on Thalia, Texas


This is the snowiest winter on record in the DC area. That's all I'm going to say about it. Since the weather has been the main topic of conversation recently, I'm weary of talking about it. Instead, I'll talk of the books I've been reading while snowbound.

Duane's Depressed is to me the centerpiece of the series of five novels McMurtry has written which take place in the fictional town of Thalia, Texas over about 50 years. Duane is the character played by Jeff Bridges in the movie The Last Picture Show that was based on the first novel of this series, and he is the protagonist of the books that came later. The second, Texasville, was also made into a movie using the same actors, but was not nearly as successful as The Last Picture Show. I haven't seen that movie, but I read the book probably about 15 years ago. I stopped reading Duane's Depressed to reread Texasville to clarify some of the characters in my mind before resuming Duane's Depressed.

McMurtry has written other novel series that feature the same characters, and I once heard that he thought of his characters as if they lived a parallel existence and that when he was ready to write another book about them he would check in on them periodically to see what they're up to as if they were in another room. I have the sense that he wrote the last two books of the Thalia, Texas series to quickly wrap up Duane's life. Although I enjoyed these two novels which take place after Duane's Depressed, I found them less substantial.

Thalia was based on the town in which McMurtry grew up, and the character Duane who is about 18 in the first novel would have been born about the same year as the author. Duane differs from the author, however, in that Duane's education ends with high school, and he lives his entire life in this small West Texas town where he prospers as an oil man.

In the novel Duane is my age, his early sixties, but has even less in common with me than he does with his creator. A large metropolitan area in the East differs drastically from a small Texas town, and I know nothing of the oil business in which Duane made much more money than I ever did in my jobs. Additionally, he is of another generation than me, and the changes in America life impacted me differently as 11 years his junior in real years. Like me, Duane likes to fish, but unlike me, reading, music, and movies don't play a major role in his life. He grew up poor with parents who died young, then served briefly in the army (stationed in Texas), and married and started a family at a younger age than I did. In short, I had many more educational and cultural opportunities than Duane.

These lack of opportunities, in my opinion, played an important role in Duane's life crisis that forms the basis of the plot of Duane's Depressed. His success in business has led to many material acquisitions- big house, multiple cars, etc.-so many that he suddenly sheds them and retreats to a simple one room cabin. To the bafflement of his family and neighbors, he refuses to drive or be driven and walks or bicycles everywhere. As he walks or bikes or sits in his cabin, he thinks about how little he knows of the world and how narrow his life is. Although he loves his wife and children, they do not provide consolation for all the things he feels he has missed in life.

Duane's sudden change puzzles and maybe even frightens the town because he had always been a leader and stable presence. He worked hard for his business success and although he didn't seek his role as a community leader he accepted those responsibilities and carried them out with decency and honesty and without complaint. To the residents of this small town, he is their natural leader. "We're kind of their royalty, Duane," his high school sweetheart explained to him as he was confused by the wild cheering as they rode together in a pageant float in Texasville. She briefly returned after leaving Thalia to become a movie actress, but despite the passing of 30 years she and Duane were still the pretty homecoming queen and the handsome captain of the football team to the townspeople.

Did McMurtry base the original character of Duane on himself and go on to speculate what his own life would have been like had he remained in his native town? I don't know, but when reading these novels I find myself wondering what it it would be like to grow into middle age and beyond surrounded daily by people who had known me all my life. I live a short distance from where I grew up, but I rarely run into school mates although many of them have also remained in the area. There are so many places to work, eat, and shop in the suburbs of a big city but not in a small town. Had I lived my life in a place like Thalia, every day I would see older neighbors who would remember me wetting my pants as a toddler, women who could recall my shy sexual fumblings as an adolescent, and younger men who may perceive that they have surpassed me as a businessman, as an athlete, or as an outdoorsman and are amused to think that they once looked up to me.

With everyone knowing everyone else's biography, there are fewer secrets in Thalia. The people there are a randy lot, and Duane has had a few affairs that he doesn't express much guilt about. His affairs are not a secret to his wife, Karla who has had a few dalliances herself, and her first reaction to Duane's leaving their home for the cabin in Duane's Depressed is to assume he's meeting another woman there. Unlike her husband, Karla expresses her emotions immediately and directly, so she is loud and clear about her jealousy concerning other women. Duane is as silent as Karla is talkative, and his reticence has always un-nerved her. At one point, she explains their sexual differences by saying she loves to flirt but is generally all talk while Duane isn't very good at dodging women who throw themselves at him.

From his other novels, I've always felt McMurtry liked to create strong, colorful female characters, and Karla is in this mold. She is a beautiful woman who retained her looks as she aged. She is lively, energetic, and funny, and her outrageous but honest comments provide much levity to the series and sometimes scare the male characters. The main conversation among the townspeople is about one another, and Karla provides a lot of material.

Duane and Karla's children also are invariably in the town's spotlight. They are good looking like their parents but are often wild in their behavior. By the period covered in Duane's Depressed, some of Duane and Karla's children have children of their own, and much of the burden of raising them falls on the grandparents. Despite their problems, however, Karla and Duane love and depend on one another.

Although this post is dated as of the date I began it, I have actually written it over four days, and during that time I read the first book of the novel series, The Last Picture Show. I had seen the movie but hadn't read the book before, and as I expected the movie was faithful to the book. In contrast to the other four books, The Last Picture Show is more about Duane's best friend Sonny than Duane. In the subsequent novels Sonny also remained in Thalia, so I find it interesting that McMurtry chose to focus on Duane after The Last Picture Show. The later books certainly present a fuller picture of Duane's character, but many of us are not fully developed personalities when we are seniors in high school. However, I have know some people who were.

Besides being entertaining reading, these books caused me to reflect on my own life, and I guess that's why I've had a fair amount to say about them. Each novel stands on it's own, so it is not necessary to read them chronologically or all of them. The characters and the major events are consistent among the five books although McMurtry sometimes changes details. In Texasville, for example, it is mentioned that Duane's father died in World War II, but in Duane's Depressed, the author writes that he died in an oil rig accident. Hey, they're his books, so he can do as he wishes.

Saturday, January 30, 2010

General Update


After a few mild days, it's cold and snowing again. It's 18 degrees as opposed to near 60 earlier this week when I took advantage of the warmth to go trout fishing on a section of the Patuxent River below Brighton Dam which I had never before fished. A day later I was about 80 miles down river in St. Mary's County when Pam, Marv, and I visited John Marum who's soon to be married to his high school sweetheart who he re-met following his 50 year high school reunion.

We had a number of viewings of the otter for a while, but we haven't seen him in about a week. He may have taken up residence in the abandoned beaver lodge, or as the beavers did a year ago he might have moved on. Like the beavers, he was fun to watch.

Finally getting used to using a digital camera and added a picture of some my pipes to the pipe smoking post below. Up to now, all the pictures here were taken by Pam which is odd considering what a big role conventional, non-digital photography once played in my life.

Sunday, January 10, 2010

Wildlife at Home and in the Park



Impressive looking hawk visited the bird feeder on our deck. He was attracted by the fresh beef suet Pam put out. She says that hawks never come to the commercial suet.

Yesterday we saw an otter in the pond in the park. At first we thought it was one of the beavers who residing there for a few years but seemed to disappear a few months ago. We talked with a man who told us it was an otter and that he has been watching it for a few weeks. He's seen it dive and surface with a fish and it looks remarkably like a dog. We returned this afternoon hoping for a better look but didn't see the otter.

Two days ago it snowed for the third time this winter. It's been very cold, and the pond is almost completely frozen.

Tuesday, December 29, 2009

Life Since High School

My 45th high school reunion is coming up, and although I'm uncertain about attending I've been thinking about what to say in the questionnaire which I will complete since I've enjoyed reading what my classmates have submitted on line. So, here is what I plan to say about my life since graduation:

My wife, Pam Winters, another '65 graduate, and I have been together since 1976. We have two children who are both grown up and out of college, and we are close with them. In the summer of 2009 I retired from working for a government contractor, and looking back on my work years I would say the most satisfying part was mentoring the career development of subordinate managers many of whom stayed in touch after either they or I moved on.

Pam retired from the government a few years ago, and we are both avid readers who spend a lot of time discussing books, often while walking in the wooded park near our home. We also enjoy going to restaurants, movies, and musical events with our many friends. Each season I attend a few University of Maryland football and basketball games with a buddy I met while a student there and some younger guys. I also spend a lot of time outdoors, fly fishing, kayaking and other such things and belong to a number of these organizations.

Good and bad things happen to each of us in life, but on the whole I consider myself a lucky man, at least so far. Looking at the list of our classmates who have died is a reminder of how tenuous life is. Rock star Warren Zevon was also born in 1947, and before he died a few years ago he advised people to enjoy every sandwich. As I grow older, I try to remember to do that.

Sunday, December 27, 2009

Outdoors Report


The 1 1/2 feet of snow which fell a week ago has largely melted over the past two days. It was sunny and in the 40's today, and I took advantage of the break in the weather to clear off the ornamental grasses some residual snow that was weighing down some of the stalks. I then walked to the park and counted what I estimated as about 130 Canada Geese on the pond which is a couple of acres in area, I believe. About one third of the pond was still frozen, but the geese were concentrated in the open water. Walked back over just before sunset with Pam, and we noted that the geese had left the water with their numbers split between the two nearby ball fields.

While we walked, a small doe crossed the path about twenty yards ahead of us. A few seconds later a buck crossed at the same place heading in the same direction. Then another buck followed. Unlike the doe who had proceeded to the water's edge, the two bucks stopped in a field near the small patch of woods between the path and the pond. They eyed us suspiciously as Pam moved closer to photograph them, and I urged her to back off which she reluctantly did. Although the two bucks appeared at first to be in pursuit of the doe, they did not join her near the pond and soon took off running away from the pond and us. We believe the rutting season is over, and they may have been after the doe without sex in mind. Or maybe we ruined their amorous mood. I had never seen two bucks together and thought initially that we might see them fight over the doe. Just as well they didn't because it was a neat enough sight as it was.

Saturday, December 26, 2009

Pipe smoking


I took up pipe smoking for the first time in over 20 years. Had about 6-8 pipes from before, some given to me from my father, others that I bought, and one given to me as a gift from Will Dean, a family friend. To these I have added a number of others inherited following my father's death three years ago. They are almost all briar pipes, and each is handsome to me in its own way. I enjoy the entire process of cleaning them, polishing them by rubbing them against the side of my nose because my father taught me that the oil of human skin is good for the briar wood, and then putting them back in the rack where I can display and admire them.

I'm still experimenting with tobaccos to determine my favorite. I also inherited my father's copper humidor which I liked the looks of even as a young boy.

Tuesday, November 10, 2009