Saturday, April 30, 2022

Three Beautiful Things 04-29-2022: Another Moving Whitworth Connection, Yakkin' at the Lounge, Roasted Vegetables

1. I don't think I've ever written this before, but now I will: from 1980-82, in Eugene, OR,  the best conversations I had were with Deb A., a fellow Whitworth grad who came to the U of Oregon to work on an MFA degree. Those conversations stretched me as Deb gently and intelligently helped me understand any number of things I was ignorant about. 

Until I talk with Deb some day (I hope) and try to tell her in some detail about the impact of those conversations, I'm going to keep this comment general and vague. My gratitude for her friendship came back to me today because Deb messaged me on Facebook about comments I wrote about the Creative Writing theme dorm I was a part of my senior year at Whitworth. Two years later, Deb was also in a Creative Writing theme dorm. I was a volunteer teaching assistant for that dorm.  Deb didn't know that the dorm she was in was not the first Creative Writing theme dorm.  We got that straightened out, indulged ourselves in some sweet Whitworth nostalgia, and while our messaging to each other ended, my memories of having great conversations with Deb got triggered and I glowed for a while remembering how much I enjoyed all we talked about and all I learned from her. 

2.  Late this afternoon, Debbie and I buzzed up to the Inland Lounge to say hello to Cas. To our surprise, Ed was there and we had a great time yakkin'. Ed had to take off and Debbie and I had some time to ourselves and we had a great talk about all sorts of things. It was relaxing, sometimes funny, and most enjoyable. 

3. We arrived home, safe and sound, and Debbie got out vegetables she had peeled and chopped into chunks. She roasted them and we enjoyed a very comforting dinner. 

  

Friday, April 29, 2022

Three Beautiful Things 04-28-2022: Whitworth and Eugene Connect, Kindness in the Spokane Bus Station, Comfort Food and Coca Cola

1. I umpired softball and baseball for girls and boys back in 1988, the same year I got married for the second time in December.  My soon-to-be wife lived with a woman whose partner was the supervisor of umpires in what was then called Eugene Sports Program, but is now called Kidsports. Well, the relationship between my second wife's housemate and the umpire supervisor didn't work out. Years later, after my second marriage ended in divorce, I ran into the umpire supervisor somewhere in Eugene and he had married a woman who was a year or two behind me at Whitworth. 

A few days ago, a friend from those Whitworth days wrote to me that this Whitworth alum had died, but that didn't seem quite right. I wanted to check into this,  but I couldn't remember the umpire supervisor's last name right off hand to return to his Facebook page -- where I'd been once before quite a while back. Finally, after trying to find him through searching for friends of his, his last name came back to me. I found his Facebook page. 

His Whitworth alumna wife is alive, but that left me with the question of the name of my friend's and my dorm mate who had passed away. Well, she was born with the same last name as the umpire supervisor's wife and with the help of my Whitworth College annual from 1975, I discovered (and remembered) the woman's first name who had died (years ago, as I remember). Taking an hour or two to figure that all out calmed me down. 

2. So, the woman's first name who died young is Diane. I don't know what year she passed away, but I do vividly remember the last time we saw each other. 

In December, 1981, my first wife and I separated (and within a year divorced). Once the fall term of 1981 ended, I hopped on a Greyhound bus and, after a stop for a night or two at Roger's apartment in Salem, rode to Pasco where I joined my family -- Christy lived in the Tri-Cities then -- and, before long, we headed to Kellogg to celebrate Christmas.

Upon the end of the Christmas break, I boarded the Greyhound in Kellogg and a massive winter storm struck. It would be 24 hours before I arrived in Eugene.

One delay was in the Spokane bus station.

To my surprise and delight, Diane was in the station, and, like me, was waiting for her bus to finally arrive and depart.

I don't know if I told Diane that evening in the Spokane Greyhound bus station that my life was at a crossroads. 

It's likely I did.

What I do remember is how kind she was that evening, consistent with every interaction we'd ever had in the Creative Writing theme dorm.

I remember that in the midst of the blizzardy weather, the thick downtown Spokane darkness,  the cramped decrepitation of the Spokane bus station, and my own feelings of disorientation and uncertainty about returning to Eugene and continuing my life on my own, her kindness uplifted and comforted me. I'll never forget that feeling, even if I've long since forgotten what exactly we talked about or for how long.

3. Debbie was busy elsewhere this afternoon and evening. It was a good time for me to be home alone, diving into the World Wide Web, trying to remember the umpire supervisor's last name, connecting my life in Eugene with my college days at Whitworth, figuring out the names of the living and the dead, and remembering my conversation with Diane.

I topped off all this digging and remembering by heating up diced tomatoes, adding a half an onion to it along with a generous chunk of butter and letting it simmer for a half an hour. I boiled penne pasta and poured the rich tomatoes over the pasta and enjoyed a comforting dinner accompanied by a couple of mini cans of Coca Cola. I love pasta and cola, just like I love pizza and cola, Chinese food and cola, and cola with fried potatoes and eggs. 

Thursday, April 28, 2022

Three Beautiful Things 04-27-2022: Sending Out Forms, Bagel Lunch, Relaxing with Rye Whiskey

1. A small step for me (walking into the Post Office), a giant step for the KHS Class of 1972: I mailed out a bunch of registration forms to classmates today. More went out by email. I got started sending out invitations to 1972 KHS teachers to join our celebration. Oh! There are more tasks, more mailings, more searching for contacts, but today's mailings moved things significantly forward.

2. After going to the Post Office, I dropped into the Bean, hankering for a bagel. I hadn't had a bagel with lox, cream cheese, capers, and onion for a few months. Just I was about to step boldly to the counter and make my order, I thought Debbie might like some kind of bagel lunch, too. She did. I brought home our lunch -- mine on an everything bagel and hers on a plain.

3.  Sending out forms, trying to find more contact information, and fielding requests from classmates about how they'd like their registration form sent to them did not tax me. 

Nonetheless, I drank a couple of short pours of Pendleton 1910 Rye Whiskey over a very few small ice cubes as if it did. 

I was relaxed when I poured the rye whiskey and even more relaxed after sipping it.  

Wednesday, April 27, 2022

Three Beautiful Things 04-26-2022: Retirement and the 50 Year Reunion, Copper and Luna See the Doc, Camry Gets Serviced

1. When I retired, I decided that as much as possible, I didn't want to be on any councils, committees, task forces, or boards. I'd had enough of meetings and spending time in what often seemed endless deliberations over the course of my thirty-five years in the world of colleges and one university. 

I liked, however, the idea of finding ways I could do behind the scenes work, to help out an organization or some effort from home, or, at least, without going to meetings. 

So, as it turns out, my volunteer work for the KHS Class of '72 50 Year Reunion fulfills my desire to be of service perfectly.

For starters, our reunion committee meets only occasionally (I can handle that!) and we have fun at our meetings -- so much fun, it's a near miracle we get our work done, but we do, and it's all friendly with a lot of laughs.

I'm helping out by running down as much contact information as possible and emailing and mailing out the registration forms. Today I addressed envelopes. Soon I'll put the forms in them and run them up to the post office. 

Soon I'll send out a mass email with forms attached.

Soon I'll put the registration form on our Class Reunion Facebook page.

It's all perfect. 

I'm pitching in.

I'm doing it from home, for the most part. 

This project has had me in touch with numerous classmates. 

I'm not doing this work at the last minute, so I don't feel the pressure of time.

It's just the sort of project I want to work on in my retirement. 

2. First thing this morning, I delivered Luna and Copper to the vet. Luna's kidney numbers are out of range, so she was in for follow up bloodwork. I took Copper in for a dental cleaning and pre-cleaning bloodwork. 

Not much has changed in Luna's kidney numbers. I'll take her in in six months for another renal panel. Her glucose numbers, however, had come up a bit, not enough to restart an insulin regimen, but enough that I'll take her back to the vet in about three weeks for another glucose check, just to make sure she's all right. This makes sense because she's now eating kidney diet food. It's lower in protein with more calories and can alter the glucose count. It's a delicate balance.

Copper is in fine shape. He's lost a pound since also starting on the kidney diet, but Dr. Cook didn't think I'm underfeeding him and that he could afford to lose a pound. Once he woke up after having his teeth cleaned, he did great back home.

3. While Copper and Luna visited the vet, I buzzed the Camry over to Coeur d'Alene for an early 10,000 mile oil change and inspection. The Camry checked out fine, it has new blood, and it's ready for a couple or three upcoming trips. I decided to have the car serviced before these trips rather than after, making life easier for both Debbie and me. 

Tuesday, April 26, 2022

Three Beautiful Things 04-25-2022: David Writes Back, Business at Home, Family Dinner

1. David C. and I lived in Whitworth's Creative Writing theme dorm in the fall and both moved to the 20th Century U. S. History theme dorm in the spring. We spent a lot of time together, as I remember, talking about ideas, playing ping pong, listening to music, and enjoying other aspects of college life. David got in touch with me about a month ago and recently I wrote him an email telling him some of what I've been up to over the last 45 years or so and today I received a long email from him that fired me up. It included a group photo of our Creative Writing dorm members, a photo of the house David lives in now, and a ton of great biographical details, memories, and reflections upon things that mattered to us back in college and continue to matter to us all these years later. 

I look forward to continuing this correspondence.  A lot of memories I cherish returned, but, even better, I am fascinated by what our lives look like in 2022.

2. I nailed down when I take Copper and Luna to the vet and got an appointment to have the Camry serviced and, continuing in taking care of household business, enjoyed a great conversation with Debbie about our immediate future and some longer range matters. That conversation really has my mind doing a lot of gold medal level gymnastics. It's good.

3. The other day, Debbie came home with a bag of freshly baked bread rolls, baked by Meranda Tylluan whose business is called Stoneground Alchemy and who is the chef at The Bean.  These weren't dinner rolls, but were big enough to be scooped out to use as soup bowls. Yesterday, Debbie roasted a chicken, made a chicken stock, and then made a chicken soup which she later turned into a thicker cream of chicken soup. Today, she further baked those scooped out bread rolls and, for family dinner tonight, served the soup in the bread bowls for tonight's family dinner.  The soup was superb and the bread was unbelievably delicious. It's thrilling to know that such an accomplished baker is working here in town. 

We started our dinner with some cheese and crackers and I mixed Sazeracs for everyone. About the Sazeracs: I drank a shot of Pendleton's 1910 Rye Whiskey at The Lounge Saturday and enjoyed it so much  that I bought a fifth of it today, drank a couple of short pours this afternoon (and loved them), and used them as the foundation for tonight's cocktail and the 1910 Rye Whiskey totally performed.

Christy graced our table with a bottle of white wine and a bottle of rose (rozay) and Carol, Paul, and Molly contributed a fresh fruit salad. 

Conversation during dinner traveled all over the universe. I established that I'd rather be clubbed in the forehead by an aluminum bat swung by Ken Griffey, Jr. than participate in trying to get out of an Escape Room. Christy, Carol, and I made plans for our Saturday trip to Orofino. Paul and I stepped out back and discussed some stuff about the patio he'll be putting in.

Oh! And Debbie reached into one of our freezer drawers and pulled out a box of Fatboy ice cream sandwiches, the perfect dessert.

Great food. Good cheer. Laughter. Plans. 

A splendid family dinner! 

Monday, April 25, 2022

Three Beautiful Things 04-24-2022: Quordle Fever, Writing to Friends, Mystery Naps

 1. I have a lot of fun working the Wordle puzzle in the morning and now I've discovered Quordle. It's a four words in nine tries puzzle. Quordle offers one puzzle a day for the sake of statistics (which I don't pay attention to), but makes practice games available and I got into an almost obsessive Quordle practice game groove today and it was fun.

2. Before I went kind of Quordle crazy, I got caught up on some correspondence and wrote a thank you card. I have had writing to these friends on my mind much of this month, but then I'd get occupied with other things and forget to write them, making me think keeping to do lists might be a good idea.

3. I'm not sure why, but in-between Quordle practice games and writing to friends, I fell asleep several times. Possibly, I needed some more sleep after traveling to Pendleton. Possibly the naps were a way for me to check out, not think about what lies ahead, what things I'd like to get done. I really don't know why I kept falling asleep -- what I do know is that I enjoyed it! 

Sunday, April 24, 2022

Three Beautiful Things 04-23-2022: Editing, An Hour at The Lounge, Green Curry Dinner

1.  This afternoon, I read and made some marks on a piece Diane T. wrote for the newsletter for the Shoshone County Mining and Smelting Museum. It's a detailed accounting of the 1972 Sunshine Mine fire and its aftermath. She wrote it to help commemorate the fiftieth anniversary of the fire. Her accounting of all that happened over the ten days from the day the mine began to fill with smoke until the two survivors and last victims were accounted for haunted me all evening and all through the night. 

2. Debbie, Gibbs, and I delivered my edits of Diane's article to her house. Debbie and Gibbs stuck around. Gibbs likes playing with Diane's dogs and Debbie and Diane yakked for a while. I paid the Inland Lounge a visit and enjoyed drinking the Champagne of Bottled Beers and ordered a shot of Pendleton's delicious 1910 Rye Whiskey and immediately decided that it is the liquor I'll buy for our Sazeracs Monday night when we have family dinner. I had fun yakkin' with Cas, hearing great poker stories from Ron DelCamp, and talking fantasy baseball with Ginger -- Ginger and I are head to head opponents this week in Silver Valley League 2. (It was, by the way, a great day for Ginger as her squad opened up a 90+ point lead over my team heading into Sunday, the last day of our match up.)

3. Back home, I went right to work fixing Debbie and me a green curry. I chopped up white onion and a couple russet potatoes, got some frozen broccoli and green beans out of the freezer, and combined curry paste, coconut milk, brown sugar, soy sauce, fish sauce, basil leaves, and dried kaffir lime leaves and cooked it all until the onion and potatoes were tender. I served the curry sauce over jasmine rice. It all worked perfectly and rounded out our busy and productive day with culinary pleasure. 

Saturday, April 23, 2022

Three Beautiful Things 04-22-2022: Not You Guys Again!, On the Road, Fried Rice and Potstickers

 1. When I join my buddies for our twice a year trips to the Wildhorse Resort, I always look forward to having a room to myself, a place to relax, and a very comfortable bed to sleep in at night and nap on during the day. So, this morning, I woke up early, refreshed after a comfortable night's sleep. I completed my morning routines. Rested and showered, I met Ed and Mike in the former buffet room for a sit down breakfast. 

Our breakfast server this morning had been our beer server on Wednesday afternoon in the sports bar and when she came to our table, her first words were, "Oh! No! Not you guys again!" We all laughed (as did the couple at the table next to us) and then she informed us that she had seen us back in the bar drinking beers on Thursday afternoon. 

Then her joke became, every time we asked for more coffee or water, "Well, you guys wouldn't need this if you hadn't drank so much yesterday!" 

(We each had two beers, making this grief she was pitching our way even more funny.)

2. Around 11:00 or so, Ed and I thanked Mike for a great time together. Mike headed to Yakima and Ed and I jumped in the Camry and headed for the Silver Valley. The drive was easy -- great visibility, easy traffic patterns, good yakkin'. We stopped at Country Mercantile for a quick pit stop, to buy something to drink (thanks to all that beer on Thursday! Ha! Ha!), and so Ed could purchase some chocolate to take home. We made one more stop in CdA for fuel. I dropped Ed off in Kingston and arrived home ready to rest and take a short nap. 

3. Back home, things were good today. Debbie was relaxing after subbing out at Pinehurst. We started talking in earnest about plans for the month of May. Debbie went uptown and brought home some fried rice and potstickers from Wah Hing. Seeking another night of relaxed and comfortable sleep, now with Luna and Copper, I turned in early. 

Friday, April 22, 2022

Three Beautiful Things 04-21-2022: Breakfast in Meacham, Matinee Beers, A Great Steak Dinner

 1.  Ed, Mike, and I piled into Mike's Camry, left the valley Pendleton sits in, and climbed up to Meacham, OR and enjoyed a solid breakfast at the Oregon Trail Store & Deli. 

2. Back at the resort, I got caught up on my blogging and met up a little later with Ed and Mike in the sports bar for a couple of Budweisers. My plan had been to meet Colette at 3 o'clock in Pendleton at Grain Growers. Sadly, a co-worker of Colette's is ill and Colette had to cover for her. She tried and tried to work out a way to get away, but couldn't swing it. So, instead of meeting up with Colette, I spent time reading and relaxing in my room.

3. When we go to the Wildhorse Resort, Mike, Ed, and I always have a steak dinner at the resort's Plateau Steak House. I don't remember the house manager/main hostess's name, but she always remembers us when we dine there and she came by our table at least three times to chat and make sure everything was good with our meal. Patty, our server, was a delight. She had a good sense of humor, enjoyed kidding around with us, and served us our food and drinks with efficiency and good cheer. Our steaks, as always, were delicious and the sautéed mushrooms and creamed spinach I ordered as sides to my steak were the best I've ever eaten. I enjoyed a gin martini to start and we split a superb order of carrot cake and pineapple sorbet as a dessert. 

We left the table satisfied and happy! 

Thursday, April 21, 2022

Three Beautiful Things 04-20-2022: Easy Scenic Drive, Beer and Whiskey, Asian Food

1. Ed and I left the Silver Valley around 7:30, stopped off at the Breakfast Nook in CdA for great plates of food, and then took the scenic route to the Wildhorse Resort, passing through Tekoa, Oaksdale, Dayton, Dixie and other towns on the way to Walla Walla and then made our way on south to the resort. 

2. We met up with Mike, got checked into our rooms, and had an awesome time at the sports bar chillin' over a couple of beers before playing some machines and meeting up later in Mike's room to yak some more over our traditional Wildhorse spirit: Toasted Caramel Black Velvet Whiskey. 

3. We met in the food court close to the Cinemax and I ordered a delicious Cambodian wide noodle dish accompanied by a delicious, tall glass of Thai Tea. Over food, our tall tales continued to grow. 

Three Beautiful Things 04-19-2022: Reunion Meeting, Delicious Dinner, Packing

1. Our KHS Class of 72 will have our 50 year class reunion this summer. Today, we had a reunion committee meeting and got some important work done, even as we talked all through the meeting, laughed, and created more chaos than order -- but our moderate misbehavior didn't matter. We got done today what we set out to do. 

2. Debbie roasted vegetables and made a pot of couscous. It was a delicious dinner, just what I needed.

3. I spent much of the evening getting myself organized and packing for departing on the 20th for a two night trip to the Wildhorse Resort near Pendleton with Mike and Ed. 

Tuesday, April 19, 2022

Three Beautiful Things 04-18-2022: My Card is Full, Documentary: Human Look at Sexual Ambiguity, Documentaries Labor Strike and Poverty

1. I now have a full vaccination card. I guess if it seems prudent in six months (or whenever) to have my Covid vaccination boosted again, I'll have to have the shot recorded on a second card. I went to the Heritage Health clinic uptown for today's shot.

2. I am pretty sure I've written on this blog before about how much I enjoy watching documentaries made in the 1970s and 1980s. One of the many great reasons I subscribe to the Criterion Channel is because they often make documentaries from this time period available, many I'd never heard of. One of these days, I need to make a list of all the documentaries from these decades I've watched. Several, like Harlan County USA, Streetwise, The Last Waltz, Hearts and Minds, the continuation of the UP series, The Thin Blue Line, and others are not obscure. They were Academy Award nominees (some were winners) and at least were released in art film houses, if not mainstream theaters. Others did not enjoy wide release, were shown on cable television or on community tv stations or were shown in other more obscure settings.

Today, I watched three of these lesser known documentaries. All three were directed by Lee Grant. It's my understanding that they were all shown by HBO in the 1980s, but I'm not positive about that. They are each just under an hour long -- that would fit in HBO's broadcast schedule, and each addressed social issues that were emerging in the late 1970s and on into the 1980s and continue to be matters of great importance in our country forty and more years later.

Before I list the movies, I want to say a word or two about something that bothers me, something that feels way beyond my ability to do anything about, something that seems to be pretty well hard-wired into the current national consciousness.

It bothers/troubles/unnerves me that thanks to the intensification of the culture wars over the last thirty years or more, social problems and approaches to trying to address them are filtered primarily through ideological filters. For example, one of the movies I watched today is Lee Grant's 1985 documentary, What Sex Am I? The movie explores the experiences of transexual (or transgendered) men and women and of transvestites. I did not experience this movie as what I might imagine would be said about it from the perspective of the cultural wars. I did not experience it as a left-wing propaganda piece nor as a film promoting any way of living sexually in the world.

I experienced it as an earnest project working to understand people's experience of being a woman who wants to live as a man or vice versa. The movie also quite intimately explored these people's experiences with going through the demanding preparation and surgery to change their sex. 

Likewise, the interviews with transvestite men give these men an opportunity to openly express why dressing as a woman is so vital to them.  

I experienced this movie as a documentary inviting human understanding, of giving its subjects a means to frankly discuss, from within themselves, the experience of sexual or gendered ambiguity. 

3. Likewise, the other two nearly hour-long Lee Grant documentaries I watched also explored two different (and similar) forms of social suffering in very specific, concrete ways, giving us as viewers, again, a look at the human consequences of this suffering, not ideological discussion or argument about it.

The first of these movies, The Willmar 8, tells the story of eight unassuming, low key women, employed by the Citizens National Bank of Willmar, MN, who, over time, decide to no longer put up with being treated as inferiors in their work place because they are women. Their pay is not equal to men's pay at the bank. They are completely shut out of any opportunity to enter the managerial ranks, yet their managers assign some of these women the task of training new male managers when they get newly hired in a managerial position. The men running the bank see the women as qualified to train new managers but not become managers themselves.

So the women go on strike -- for two years -- yes, for two years, they walk a picket line in front of the bank, and nothing deters them -- not the pockets of disapproval in Willmar (there are also pockets of support) and not the bitter, unforgiving weather they walk in during the brutal Minnesota winters. 

In telling these women's story as members of a collective action and in telling the individual stories of these women, Lee Grant moves her viewers to see this strike as, yes, a political action, but as a political action growing out of injustices that impair these women's daily lives and as a political action that puts immeasurable strain on these women's personal and social lives. 

I won't divulge what the strike's outcome is. No one should spoil that detail for anyone who hasn't seen the movie. I will divulge, however, that Lee Grant's strength as a documentary filmmaker is in portraying the dignity of her subjects. As The Willmar 8 develops, we are invited to see more and more of these women's inner depth, their commitment, yes, to justice, and also their commitment to one another's well-being and improving one another's standing in the work place.

Lee Grant's Down and Out in America is set in mid-1980s. Her crew travels to Minnesota farm country, a shanty town in Los Angeles, and a rundown, rodent infested, leaky, filthy hotel in Manhattan that the city of New York rents out as a shelter for displaced, homeless people. 

Once again, I don't remember the name of Ronald Reagan ever being mentioned, but it's clear that this movie is portraying the consequences of the tax cuts and shutting down of social relief programs that the Reagan Administration enacted during Reagan's two terms. 

Once again, Lee Grant's immediate focus is on the day to day suffering the subjects of her movie endure. She interviews farmers who have suffered foreclosures and the loss of their livelihood. She talks with  people in Los Angeles who have lost jobs or suffered other blows and have bonded together in a shanty town they have built and where they work to help each other find work, be fed, and have shelter,  only to have this project destroyed by city (or is it county?) bulldozers and the people are sent out into the city on their own during the making of the movie. She interviews formerly fully employed people in Manhattan who suffered calamities beyond their control and are now living in the squalor of a dilapidated city operated hotel.

Two threads run through these people's lives. First, they did not bring their poverty on to themselves. Second, Lee Grant's interviews bring out the dignity and deep human feelings of these people, all of whom want more than anything to be back on their feet, productively working again, and taking care of their families. 

But, they face insurmountable obstacles and barriers.

I'll close by saying, simply, that each of these documentaries further bolster my view of history. I don't see history as repeating itself. I don't see history telling stories of progress. I see history as helping us see a continuum. You'll never hear me say, "Oh, that's history. That's over with." You'll never hear me say, "That's still happening? Come on! It's 2022. Aren't we done with that?" 

I can't think of anything in the human experience that is done. Everything continues. What was, is. 







Monday, April 18, 2022

Three Beautiful Things 04-17-2022: Lee Grant Documentaries, Family Dinner, Watching *Judge Roy Bean* BONUS: A Limerick by Stu

 1. In yesterday's post, I forgot to mention one of the Criterion Channel collections I looked into on Saturday. It does not include a person introducing it. It's a collection of documentaries directed by Lee Grant. All but one of the documentaries is about an hour long - her film about Kirk and Michael Douglas is a just over 90 minute feature. I've only watched one movie Lee Grant directed and it was superb. Back in 1981 and again in 1982, first in Portland and then in Eugene, I saw her brilliant movie, Tell Me a Riddle, based on Tillie Olsen's short story. The movie's portrayal of aging and of this aged couple facing marital challenges made a strong impact on me, not only because of the story, but because of the way Lee Grant told the story. I remember finding it daring and unwaveringly honest and authentic. 

With this one movie of Lee Grant's having been so memorable, I look forward to watching these documentaries. I don't know if the father/son story of the Douglases tackles difficult social issues, but I know the hour long movies do. Lee Grant examines women in the labor force (The Wilmar 8), women in prison (When Women Kill), transgendered individuals in the 1980s (What Sex Am I?), domestic violence and battered women (Battered), and poverty in the 1980s (Down and Out in America). 

2. As a celebration of Easter, Christy, Carol, Paul, Debbie, Molly, and I joined together at Carol and Paul's house this afternoon for family dinner. 

We began our time together with a superb cocktail and appetizer. Paul made a pitcher of  Cucumber Gin and Tonic and Carol made delicious deviled eggs.

After enjoying our drink and appetizer, we headed to the dining table. Debbie assembled a fresh and tasty salad combining arugula, bok choy, green onion, and apple, enhanced with a Dijon mustard vinaigrette. Carol slow cooked a leg of lamb together with potatoes. The lamb was tender and juicy and the potatoes were perfectly prepared and had absorbed meaty flavor from the lamb. I fixed a batch of gingered baby carrots, an easy to prepare blend of carrots, butter, fresh orange juice, honey, ginger powder, and crystallized ginger. For dessert, Christy baked a light and delicious cake called an Orange Creamsicle Poke Cake, an intriguing sheet cake infused with orange gelatin and topped with whipped cream and jello powder icing. 

3. Back home after dinner, I settled into the Vizio room and, on Ethan Hawke's recommendation, I watched John Huston's bizarre, irreverent, farcical, subversive Western movie, The Life and Times of Judge Roy Bean. A day or two ago, I wrote that I saw this movie while going to North Idaho College, not long after it came out. Seeing it again, I can see why it bewildered my nineteen year old self. I just wasn't mentally prepared to see a Western styled movie that was both making fun of and critiquing the Western genre, nor did I know what to make of the movie's absurdities: Bad Bob, the albino outlaw, was a way over the top mockery of the Western bad guy; I didn't know what to make of the beer guzzling bear in the middle of the movie; I just shook my head nearly fifty years ago when the movie suddenly presented a cheesy scene pastoral scene with a swing featuring Paul Newman and Victoria Principal, a scene that might have made sense in Love Story as Andy Williams sang a really cheesy song about marmalade, molasses, and honey; I couldn't understand why a movie would have this romantic interlude in the middle of a story about rampant hangings, willy nilly frontier justice, and a frontier judge's obsession with Lily Langtree. 

But, now, in 2022, having experienced many more movies, books, plays, songs and other creations that are subversive, I could see that in this movie, the nonsense is the point, that John Huston decided to direct a movie that pokes fun at the Western, questions the mythologies of cowboys and the frontier, is absurd not reverent, and calls into question the values and dispensation of justice in the Old West. Tonight, this movie made me think of other similar movies that turn traditional stories, values, and ways of thinking upside down: MASH, Monty Python movies, Catch 22, Nashville, Harold and Maude, One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest, The Big Lebowski to name a few. 

It was fun to watch The Life and Times of Judge Roy Bean at this time in my life. I can see why its critics see the movie as a mess that misses the mark and I can see why Ethan Hawkes is so enthusiastic about this movie. I never recommend movies. I simply try to write about what I experience when I watch them. 

Tonight I experienced one of the pleasures of being an older and more experienced person. I was much more receptive of this movie's messiness, its dissonances, the ways it plays horror off of farce, sadness off of absurdly comical scenes, and soft-hearted romanticism off of cold-blooded cruelty. 

I enjoy being receptive, doing my best to enjoy movies for what they are and doing my best not to demand that a movie meet standards I have set before I even start watching. I let this movie work on me and I experienced a complex of feelings ranging from outrage to horror to sadness to delighting in its absurdities and its irreverence.


A limerick by Stu:

One night long ago they were spied. 
Time to battle a foe we defied. 
So, off into the night, 
After spotting the light. 
Went a Patriot on his famous ride. 

 Paul Revere’s Ride, April 18, 1775

Sunday, April 17, 2022

Three Beautiful Things 04-16-2022: Shopping and Good Cheer at Yoke's, Chilliin' at The Lounge, Some Criterion Channel Collection Introductions

1. It was time to stock the pantry and I bought some food and drink and non-food items at Yoke's. Patti was also shopping and we had a good visit. As I checked out, Harley told the checker to charge me double. Ha! Ha! That was pretty funny. Kerry was also at Yoke's and she and the checker joked about being addicted to buying plants for gardens, just like their mothers. Kerry realized that because of Christy and Carol's enthusiasm for gardening, passed on to them, in part, by Mom, I must know what she and the checker were talking about. Indeed I did! Another good laugh at Yoke's Fresh Market. 

2. Around 3:30, Debbie and I headed up to the Lounge. I knew Ed would be in the house, but I didn't know Tim O'Reilly would be at the bar, too.  But, yes, we walked in and Tim and Ed were yakkin' and I joined in and later on, so did Debbie. I learned more about Tim's trip out here to take care of property business and found out he was going over to the Elks Club later for an awards dinner. Debbie and I decided at some point to order food from Wah Hing -- house special fried rice and pot stickers -- and I switched from the champagne of bottled beer to Pepsi. I love drinking cola with Chinese food. After a while, Tim returned and later on his brother Jim came in. It was early in the evening, but Copper and Luna hadn't eaten since 5:30 a.m., so I went home, Debbie continued an involved conversation she was having with Tim, and I returned later and brought her home.

3. Back home, I returned to the Criterion Channel. The Criterion Channel presents tons of movies as parts of collections, collections centered on individual directors, a theme or genre, a country or global region's movies, and sometimes on movies made in a particular time period. 

Sometimes, but not always, these collections include an introduction to the collection, a short talk given most often by a movie critic or scholar.

I love listening to these short talks. Today I listened to a handful. I'd never heard of one of the speakers before. I listened to talks about two, maybe three, filmmakers I had heard of, but the others were new to me.  In no particular order, here are most, if not all, of the talks I played:

* Farran Smith Nehme is a freelance film historian who focuses her enthusiasm on pre-1960 cinema. She has blogged for over fifteen years as The Self-Styled Siren. She's published her work widely, including a novel, Missing Reels

I listened to her superb introduction of the collection, Young Mr. Ford, a collection of movies director John Ford directed in his formative years from about 1925-41.

* The Criterion Channel is offering a look back to the 1970s and movies known as Blaxploitation films. Film scholar Racquel J. Gates introduces this collection and argues that these movies need to be watched and paid attention to with fresh perspectives and guides us in ways to reconsider the merit of these movies.

* Critic Imogen Sara Smith introduces a 1949 movie from blacklisted director Edward Dmytryk, Obsession, a noir-ish murder story about a Scotland Yard man who investigates a London psychiatrist's obsession with avenging his adulterous wife's lover.  

* Lastly (I think - I really should take notes), I discovered Vittorio De Seta, an Italian maker of short documentary films in the 1950s. Martin Scorsese loves De Seta's works, calling him "an anthropologist who speaks with the voice of a poet."

Il Cinema Ritrovato (translates as "cinema rediscovered") is a film festival dedicated to the history of cinema. Its chief, Alan Luca Farinelli, introduces the Criterion Channel's De Seta collection, helping open the way for the uninitiated to more fully appreciate De Seta's films.  

Saturday, April 16, 2022

Three Beautiful Things 04-15-2022: BTO Day: Takin' Care of Business, Interview with Ethan Hawke, I Watched *Inside Llewyn Davis*

 1. Being back home means taking care of business. Laundry. Appointment for a vaccination. Costco transaction. My new passport arrived in the mail. Figure out sprinkler head repair (not quite there yet). Compose a grocery list. Get back in the swing of being home where things need to get done.

2. If it weren't for things to take care of and get togethers to happily attend, I could hole up for days at a time, taking breaks to eat and sleep, and just watch movies and other programming on the Criterion Channel. I especially enjoy their feature called Adventures in Moviegoing. Each episode features an interview with an actor or director who talks about his/her personal history with cinema and then the interviewee selects a handful of individual movies from the Criterion Channel Collection and explains why s/he loved them.

I discovered today that a new episode just appeared featuring Ethan Hawke. His good friend and graphic novel collaborator, Greg Ruth, conducts the interview. I enjoy Ethan Hawke's work in movies a lot and I must have heard him interviewed before because I immediately recognized how intelligent, generous, and genuine he is as an interview subject. 

Among the movies Hawke chose to discuss were two movies intent on unraveling the traditional western: The Life and Times of Judge Roy Bean and Buffalo Bill and the Indians, or Sitting Bull's History Lesson. Both movies feature Paul Newman. Both are directed by legends, John Houston and Robert Altman. I saw Judge Roy Bean -- I'm pretty sure I went to a screening of it in the SUB at North Idaho College, but I might have seen it with Ed Bailey at a drive-in. Either way, I think its purposes, its satire, its irreverence for the traditional western went right by me and I'm eager to give it another viewing -- nearly fifty years later. 

More than once, I've held personal, private Robert Altman film festivals -- I love his approach to movie making -- but I've never watched Buffalo Bill

So, I've got a double feature somewhere in my future and I'll add to these two movies two others that Ethan Hawke talks about. He enthused intelligently about John Cassavetes' movie, Faces and Hawke introduced me to a 1983 independent film out of Houston directed by Eagle Pennell entitled Last Night at the Alamo. I spent hours in the 1980s, especially 1981-87, going to independent films in Eugene and Portland movie houses and renting them for viewing at home. I don't remember ever hearing of or knowing about Last Night at the Alamo, but Hawke's love for this movie and his description of it made me think it's exactly the kind of low budget, black and white, possibly downbeat, off the beaten path movie I have loved to watch over the past forty years. 

3. I didn't watch all of Ethan Hawke's discussions of selected movies, but I will. Nor did I watch any of the movies I just mentioned. 

Instead, I watched Joel and Ethan Coen's movie, Inside Llewyn Davis, a story about a struggling folk singer in Greenwich Village in 1961, living from couch to couch, trying to get a foothold in the emerging world of folk music. At times, I experienced this movie as a parody of folk music and thought I was watching something like A Mighty Wind. Other passages of the movie reminded me of the Coen brothers' earlier movie, O, Brother, Where Art Thou? Llewyn Davis goes on an Odysseyian journey from New York to Chicago and returns home again. The Coens  patterned O, Brother after Homer's The Odyssey.  Llewyn Davis's journey, however, is not heroic. In fact, it is a continuation of Davis' many failures. This is not a story of heroic triumph, but of a musician who always falls short, is always either doing stupid things or making poor personal and "professional" decisions. In this way, I came away from the movie thinking that if this movie was Homeric, it portrayed Llewyn Davis' journey into Hades, into a wintry world of exhaustion and cycles of failure. 

I've read reviews that refer to Inside Llewyn Davis as a black comedy. My guess is that these reviewers experienced comedy in the passages of folk music parody, its poking fun at middle/upper middle class fans of folk music, and in the exaggerated performance John Goodman gives of a heroin addicted, barely mobile, crass and insulting jazz musician whom Davis joins on a miserable car ride to Chicago with a character parodying a taciturn and mediocre Beat poet. 

In an odd way, cats that are featured in this movie are like Jeff Lebowski's rug. The rug ties Jeff Lebowski's room together. The cats tie together the parts of this movie.  If you watch this movie or have watched it, I hope you will or do see what I mean about the cats. 


Friday, April 15, 2022

Three Beautiful Things 04-14-2022: The Sube Gets a Repair, Copper and Luna Enjoy the Living Room, A Most Blissful Blissful Thursday BONUS: A Limerick by Stu

1.  On Wednesday evening, when Debbie and I arrived home in Kellogg, we discovered the Sube's driver's side front headlight was out. The fog light on that side was also out. So, I started my day this morning by driving down to Silver Valley Tire shortly after 7:30, dropped off the car, and, soon after 10 o'clock, I got the call from Jeremy that they replaced the offending socket as well as the two lamps and the Sube was ready to go. 

I strolled down, picked up the car, and was happy that I got this job done right away.

2. I had already napped by the time afternoon came around, tired from driving yesterday from Portland to Kellogg, and soon after I finished, Debbie told me that she was taking Gibbs upstairs for a nap. This meant Copper and Luna could roam around in the living room and kitchen and not have to stay in the Vizio room. For the time being, Gibbs barks at Copper and Luna if they are out and about and, until we figure out a way to help Gibbs be calm with the cats, they can't be out in the living area together.

I figured that while we were away and the cats had most of the house to themselves that they were very happy to be able to sit on our living room chairs, lounge on the love seat, and stare out the window while perched on the ottoman. As a bonus, a delivery arrived here from Chewy and Copper loves sitting in the Chewy box. 

This afternoon, Copper and Luna did all these things while Gibbs was upstairs with Debbie. I enjoyed how much they liked being able to stroll, lounge, come over to me, and just enjoy being out and about. When Gibbs returned downstairs, I retired to the Vizio room with Copper and Luna just so they wouldn't be alone and they seemed happy to be with me. It seems to help Copper's sense of contentment when I put the Chewy box in the Vizio room for her to occupy.

We have ideas about how we might help Gibbs be more accepting of Copper and Luna. Before long, we'll give these ideas a try and see if we can create a more peaceful co-existence between these three. 

3.  It sure would have been fun to go to Jeff's house for a third straight week to listen to Daniel's radio show Hard Rain and Slow Trains and Jeff's show Deadish together on Blissful Thursday, but, alas, I'm back in Kellogg and that means blissing out on these shows streaming live at kepw.org, starting at 8:00, all by myself.

And, man, did I ever bliss out tonight.

Somehow I've lived for 68 years and 108 days and never realized that April 14th marks the anniversary of three horrible days in our country's history, nor did I know that Gillian Welch had, in two of her songs, named April 14th Ruination Day.

What were these three events that all happened on April 14th?  Abraham Lincoln was killed on April 14, 1865. The Titanic struck an iceberg on April 14, 1912. On April 14, 1935, the devastating dust storm that swept through Oklahoma and Texas happened, a day so bleak that it's known as Black Sunday. 

What does this confluence have to do with Bob Dylan and Daniel Mackay's radio show?

Well, Bob Dylan's album, Tempest, was released in 2012. To mark its 10th anniversary, Dan is doing a show every so often that focuses entirely on one song from the album.

In addition, the title song, "Tempest", is Bob Dylan's epic forty-five verse song about the Titanic.

Therefore, Dan entitled his show tonight, "Tempest at Ten: Ruination Day". After playing a reading by Colin Pierce of Thomas Hardy's poem about the Titanic entitled, "The Convergence of the Twain", Dan played Gillian Welch's song, "April the 14th, Part 1", followed by a series of songs about the disaster of the Titanic sinking, all in preparation for the playing of Dylan's "Tempest". 

Musically, Dan's show was brilliant and, on another level, I felt like I was part of an informal, casual Ruination Day symposium because this episode of Hard Rain and Slow Trains was so educational. 

Following Dan's show, Jeff's show Deadish came on and tonight's program was incredible.

For the first half of the show, Jeff played Grateful Dead covers (mostly) of three bands who played at the recent Skull and Roses Festival in Ventura, CA. Jeff hasn't yet landed any live recordings from Skull and Roses, so he played music out of the studio or from other live performances of Moonalice, Phil Lesh and Friends, and Oteil and Friends. I especially enjoyed Moonalice's version of "Songbird" and it was fun the way Oteil and Friends (I think) blended Grateful Dead tunes with the Allman Brothers -- a very Deadish move.

For the second half of the show, Jeff played an over 60 minute long epic series of segues from the end of the the Grateful Dead'slast set in Copenhagen on April 14, 1972. The hour began with a "Dark Star" that took listeners into a brilliant alternate universe of existence and jamming and segued back to Earth by moving into an energetic "Sugar Magnolia" which opened the way for a long, steamy, and often lewd Pigpen-centered vocal and instrumental jam combining "Caution", "Good Lovin'", "Who Do You Love?", and bluesy indelicate lyrics Pigpen made up himself. 


Here's a limerick by Stu: 

No one can compare to this guy. 
His toughness you cannot deny. 
He changed everyone’s mind, 
Left prejudice behind. 
And made the world better, no lie!

April 15th is Jackie Robinson Day 

Thursday, April 14, 2022

Three Beautiful Things 04-13-2022: Bagels from Rose City Coffee, Remembering Sara(h) from Dufur, Arriving in Kellogg

 1. Once I was up and finished my morning writing routine, I walked about six blocks or so from Patrick and Meagan's apartment to Milwaukie Ave SE and popped into Rose City Coffee, a handsome, fairly spacious coffeehouse, busy with any number of people at their laptop computers pecking away or reading books, newspapers, or magazines while sipping on a coffee drink. I ordered bagels for Debbie, Patrick, and me and took them back to the apartment. If I lived in the part of town where Patrick and Meagan reside, I'm certain Rose City Coffee is where I'd go daily to enjoy a cup of coffee and a bagel, jump on the internet, and play a few word games and write my daily blog entries. 

2. Once again, the Camry performed superbly as we drove from Portland to Kellogg today. I especially enjoyed the sunlit Columbia Gorge, the pale green of new leaves and emerging grass in contrast to snow on the upper parts of the mounds and hills along the river. I also enjoyed listening to the man who pumped our gas in The Dalles. He saw the beer event posters Debbie was bringing home from 16 Tons and that led him to tell us about growing up in Cheshire, west of Eugene. Now, he told me, he lives in Durfur, a small town not far from The Dalles, happy to be away from all the growth and people in Eugene, Springfield, and Portland. 

His mention of Dufur immediately brought to mind a student of mine at LCC who enrolled in the entire sequence of writing and philosophy classes Rita and I taught together. She was our student in 1993-94. I can see her face. I can see her working her job at Safeway at the Edgewood Shopping Center in Eugene. Oh! I just remembered her name! Sara(h). She was from Dufur and I think her life was moving in the opposite direction of the man who pumped our gas. He was seeking a place to live apart from people and the challenges of larger cities. I am quite sure Sara(h) was looking to break free of small town life in Dufur and hoped that living in the Willamette Valley would help her satisfy her desires for adventure and challenge. 

I have no idea what happened to Sara(h). I last saw her in 1994. Those students Rita and I worked with in the 1990s remain frozen in time in my mind.  Those years were so invigorating that it still seems like they happened just a few years ago -- but, no, nearly thirty years have passed and now Sara(h), wherever she is, is in her mid-40s. I hope she found what she was looking for, having left Dufur, and that she is happy. It makes me happy to remember her and those many students Rita and I had so much fun with back then. 

3. Debbie and I pulled into our driveway in Kellogg at about 7:00. Everything at home was in great shape. Luna and Copper had enjoyed their couple of weeks of having the Vizio room and living room to themselves. Debbie drove up to Diane's and picked up Gibbs and he was enthused to see her again and to return back home. We discovered the Sube needs a new headlight on the driver's side so I'll get that done tomorrow. Debbie remembered there was a quart of frozen chicken soup in the basement. She thawed it and heated it up. It really hit the spot. I look forward to returning to home cooking again. It was fun eating at different places in Eugene, enjoying the feast of roasted vegetables Anne prepared, and relishing food delivered to us at Patrick and Megan's in Portland, but I'll also enjoy getting back to preparing and eating meals here at home again. 

Wednesday, April 13, 2022

Three Beautiful Things 04-12-2022: Cruising Around Eugene, Mama Leone's Soup and a Coma Nap, Anne's Generosity and Patrick's and Meagan's, Too

 1. Today we ended our visit to Eugene. Debbie participated in a 10-12 felting class. I dropped off come electronics to be recycled at Next Step. I went to Sweet Life, thinking I'd order a cup of coffee and a snack and sit inside, but, alas, Sweet Life doesn't allow indoor seating. I ate my chocolate croissant in the car and drank most of my coffee while driving almost aimlessly around Eugene, just checking out places I used to hang out in to see if they are still in business and looking at places I lived in over the years. 

One change made a pronounced impression on me. Driving east on 13th, arriving at the corner of 13th and Kincaid on the edge of the University of Oregon campus, the streets and sidewalk were almost empty. I've spent countless hours walking, sitting, driving, taking pictures, drinking coffee, people watching, working at bake sales, and reading at the corner of 13th and Kincaid. I'm used to it being a mob scene with students, faculty, other U of Oregon employees, and street people (like Uncle Ray, Zeus, Frog, and others) filling the sidewalks and making cars wait while waves of people crossed the street. 

I didn't have to wait for anyone today and as I peered down the section of 13th closed to cars, no more than a handful of people walked on campus. Taylor's has been shut down. The Glenwood closed its doors. Even the Starbucks at 13th and Alder is boarded up. Espresso Roma looks like it's in business and other places to eat and drink that I'm unfamiliar with seemed open, but, this morning, this once bustling and vigorous area was quiet. Not much at all was happening.

I realized that having once lived in Eugene for thirty-five years, having been a longtime student at the U of Oregon, having spent years roaming around campus and hanging out around 13th and Kincaid, I took it for granted that it would always be buzzing with activity.

Today it wasn't.

2. I picked up Debbie at the Eugene Textile Center at the corner of Roosevelt and Highway 99 and we drove to Market of Choice for lunch. I was hungry for soup. It had been years since I'd eaten Market of Choice's legendary  Mama Leone's soup, a bracing and comforting tomato chicken soup, and I loved the bowl I ate today, accompanied by a cheese bagel.

We returned to Anne's and after not sleeping as well as usual on Monday night, and with my whole body warmed and relaxed by the Mama Leone's soup, I fell into a deep coma nap and spent nearly an hour in blissful oblivion.

3. Our time in Eugene ended this afternoon. How could Debbie and I be so fortunate? Anne invites us into her peaceful, comfortable home with Poppy, among the best dogs I've ever known. We spend time seeing as many friends as we can, listen to hours of live music, drink really good beer, and have a quiet house to come back to where I, for one, can spend a lot of time by myself, getting the rest and solitude I need in between all of our visits and other activities. 

I didn't see everyone I wanted to, but as Debbie and I reviewed our visit while driving this afternoon to Portland, I relished all the good company I enjoyed, all the great music I listened to (both live and on the radio with Jeff), and the fact that I got to spend time with lifelong Kellogg friends (Roger and Terry), longtime friends I made at St. Mary's Episcopal Church, the U of Oregon, and LCC, and longtime friends whom Debbie has introduced me to over the years. We had a superb dinner at Anne's house with Anne's friends and had a blast talking about music and playing games.  Over the entire visit, the conversations were scintillating. It was fun to listen to music ranging from Irish tunes to Pink Floyd, from the worlds of Bob Dylan and the Grateful Dead to the surf music of El Borko ¡Surf!. Debbie got to play music with Laura, hear Jacob Collier at the Hult Center with Patrick and Meagan, and briefly play the piano at this past Sunday's Irish Jam.

I'm incredibly grateful that Anne helps make this kind of visit so easy for us by inviting us into her home and being so gracious while we are in her space, coming and going, dashing out, returning, being kind of chaotic. Again, I am overwhelmed by our good fortune.  

We arrived at Patrick and Meagan's in Portland soon after 5:30. They ordered food to be delivered and, like magic, suddenly a bag appeared at the front door and inside was a feast: spinach salad balsamico, caprese salad, a side of broccolini, baguette slices with olive oil and balsamic vinegar, braised short rib ravioli, fettuccini Alfredo with linguine, and fusilli with asparagus and lemon cream sauce.  

Patrick and Megan also just happened to have three pints of Salt & Straw ice cream in their freezer and so we enjoyed an ice cream buffet of these flavors: Chocolate Gooey Brownie, The Ice Cream of Moo, and Salted, Malted Chocolate Cookie Dough. 

Oh! My! A rare and decadent indulgence. 



Tuesday, April 12, 2022

Three Beautiful Things 04-11-2022: Back to *Thunder Rolling Revue*, Back to the Frisco Burger, Back to La Fin du Monde

 1. I spent time indoors this afternoon rewatching the movie Rolling Thunder Revue: A Bob Dylan Story. I came away from this viewing thinking that Bob Dylan sums up the heart of this movie when he says, in so many words, that we don't spend our lives searching for ourselves, we live life creating ourselves. I'm not sure what aspects of himself Bob Dylan was creating when he gathered a troupe of singers and musicians and went on the road playing small venues and performed under the name Rolling Thunder Revue. But, I do know that parts of this, by all appearances, documentary film had fictional passages, with created characters (like Michael Murphy's  Jack Tanner from the HBO movie Tanner, '88) talking about their experiences witnessing or being a part of the Rolling Thunder Revue, as if the truths about this enterprise could be explored effectively by actual persons and passages of fiction, too. 

2. I wasn't able to visit Rita in person this trip. She became ill around the time we were going to meet. Rita had bought Debbie, Christy, Carol, and me a gift for our family dinners and asked me to drive to her house and pick it up off her porch. I did that this afternoon after dropping Debbie off at Agate Alley and, upon my return to Eugene from Creswell, I dropped in at the Paddock and enjoyed ordering their Frisco burger again and washed it down with a couple glasses of Pepsi.

3. From The Paddock, I made my way to The Beergarden, a tap house with a ton of picnic tables under a huge tent and featuring a several food truck, to have a couple of beers with the Troxstar. I ordered a half pint of Alesmith's Nut Brown Ale, a very good beer to drink after my dinner and then the Troxstar treated both of us to an old favorite, a bottle each of Unibroue's La Fin du Monde, a clove-y, fruity Belgian Strong  Triple Blonde. It's possible, but I'm not sure I accurately remember, that it was La Fin du Monde that inspired the Troxstar, Shane, Loren, and I (were there others on hand?) to indulge in an occasional Belgian Blow Out at the Bier Stein several years ago. 

Monday, April 11, 2022

Three Beautiful Things 04-10-2022: Great Conversation at Market of Choice, Irish Jam, Tracking the Masters

 1. I spent a spirited couple of hours this morning over coffee and snacks at Market of Choice getting in some mirthful and serious yakkin' with Kathleen and Lynn. We had a superb time talking about political things, movies, days gone by at LCC, mental and physical health, introversion, the pandemic, travel, aging, and a lot more. 

2. Just like last Sunday, Debbie and I drove down to Sam Bond's Garage and listened to the Sunday afternoon Irish jam. We had a very relaxing time. I enjoyed drinking martinis. Debbie got up at one point and joined the jam by playing the piano. We snacked on a great hummus plate that included pita bread, cucumbers, pickled onion, dolmas, feta cheese, and kalamata olives. It was, once again, a great joy to be at Sam Bond's Garage again in the company of talented musicians and to be among a most appreciative audience.

3. All through the afternoon, Terry and Byrdman posted text messages about what was happening at the Masters golf tournament and I got a pretty good picture of how Scottie Scheffler seized control of the fourth round and won his first major tournament. I enjoyed how much they were enjoying the golf and that I could do my things here in Eugene and at least keep up with the tournament's progress. 

Sunday, April 10, 2022

Three Beautiful Things 04-09-2022: El Borko ¡Surf! at Saturday Market, Beer with Jay and Sherri, Bittersweet Nugget Memories

 1. Friday was an awesome day and it left Debbie and me tired. We took it easy through the morning, but, in the early afternoon, we struck out into the world again. 

You might remember that a week ago Brook Adams' surf band, El Borko ¡Surf! played at Friendly Garden. Today, El Borko ¡Surf! played at Saturday Market. Upon arrival, I immediately thought back to when I first moved to Eugene in 1979 and Saturday Market was, I think, across the street from where it is now and how deeply and with what satisfaction I felt like I'd really moved to a city very different from Spokane, a place where I was going to be really happy. Back in those early days of going to Saturday Market, most of my memories have to do with eating new foods. Until then, I'd never eaten tempura or seasoned tofu wrapped in a tortilla with sprouts; I'd never drunk expresso coffee, been to a burrito stand, enjoyed a rice bowl, or eaten Middle Eastern food. 

Today that all came back to me as I stood about twenty feet from the performance stage, smelled the aromas of all the food booths, watched people dance in front of the stage, and saw a familiar face or two of people I've never met but who dance week after week after week. I saw that Frog is still selling joke books. Lots of tie-dyed clothing is available along with cards, face painting, hand made jewelry, pottery, and many other home made products in the many booths erected in market area. 

Memory lane was fun, but El Borko ¡Surf! was even more fun. I love the band's energy, mirth, drive, variety, and joy, as well as their commitment to both the music and having a fun time. If I lived in Eugene and if such a thing existed, I'd be an El Borko head, a ¡Surf! head, a Brooks head -- whatever you want to call it.

2. From the Saturday Market, after picking up an accordion to borrow from Chico, Debbie and I met with Jay and Sherri Siedmon at Oakshire Brewing. Jay, Sherri, Debbie, and I used to meet up or see each other at 16 Tons (and other places). Jay, Sherri, and Debbie first got acquainted in the early 1990s when Debbie led songs with theirs and other children at Temple Beth Israel and about ten years ago they got reacquainted through craft beer and wine and I got to join in.

We had a lively time today talking about all kinds of things ranging from our kids to concerns about the environment to what it's like to live in Kellogg to some good old days in Chicago. I'm also very happy to report that upon going to the counter to order beer, I saw that Oakshire had on their ESB (Extra Special Bitter) on tap, a once popular craft beer that has suffered in the face of IPA popularity. I love these maltier, milder beers, beers like porters, red ales, and ESBs and I jumped at the opportunity to enjoy a freshly brewed ESB. My beer was awesome -- and, as often happens with ESB, this beer transported me back to traveling in England in 1979 and drinking ESBs from one end of England to the other. 

3. So, back in 1981, the Eugene ice cream shop, Prince Pucklers had several Eugene locations, including a shop on Franklin Boulevard near where Market of Choice and Hiron's are now. I bring this up because back then my first wife and I lived near there, at 19th and Moss, and one evening she suggested we walk down on a mild and cloudless October evening and enjoy some ice cream.

I ordered a dish of Bittersweet Nugget and we settled in at a table. In the midst of some ice cream small talk, she told me she didn't think she wanted to be married to me any longer. At the time, as I remember, the suggestion that we separate seemed hypothetical, but, as it turned out, it wasn't. Two months later we separated and within a year our marriage of five years was over.

I remembered this life changing moment today because after I ate a dinner of miso soup, pork gyozas, and a bowl of red curry udon noodles at Izakaya Meiji Company, I decided to motor from the Whiteaker neighborhood to 19th and Agate in South Eugene and have a dish of Bittersweet Nugget ice cream at Prince Pucklers.

As I entered the shop and as I ordered my ice cream, I wasn't really thinking about that evening when, from my point of view, the union between my first wife and me began its dissolution.

But that conversation came back to me as I walked west on 19th and headed south on Agate toward where the Camry was parked.

For several years, starting in the fall of 1981, I was devastated by that separation and divorce. I can remember bawling; I remember the bitterness; I remember the disorientation, the bursts of anger, how lost I was.

But, tonight, I had no access to those feelings. That all happened forty-one years ago. With the much more dispassionate perspective of being sixty-eight years old and looking back at my twenty-seven/eight year old self, I not only have lost the feelings that persisted for years after our breakup, I also have come to accept it as inevitable, as the right thing to have happened.

Being free of the anger, bitterness, and outrage I felt for so long has been a source of great vitality. Hanging on to all that hurt, hoarding it really, for so many years stilted me. Free of it, I'm much more energetically alive.

I purchased the dish of ice cream because I thought it would taste and feel good after eating a curried soup. I also hadn't eaten Prince Puckler's ice cream for a long, long time.

I didn't expect to have the fall of 1981 rush forward into my 2022 life. I'm glad 1981 came back. It's a relief to be able to experience that time of suffering and despair with a clear mind, a mind free of resentment and of feeling robbed. 

It's a relief to know that at some point in the last ten or twenty or more years, I accepted not only the end of our marriage but accepted responsibility for my contributions to its demise. 

It's invigorating. 



Saturday, April 9, 2022

Three Beautiful Things 04-08-2022: Lunch with Harold Lannom at Block 15, Joining Our Coffee Group at Perugino's, Dinner at the Pendleton's

 1. Debbie and I have been friends with Harold Lannom for many years. We were active together at St. Mary's Episcopal Church. We sang in a small choir, the St. Mary's Singers, under his direction. We used to go to Billy Mac's together. Harold moved to Corvallis several years ago. Today, Debbie and I drove to Corvallis to visit Harold in his apartment. Harold is 97 years old. He quit driving years ago. Harold lives on his own and has a solid group of friends and people he hires to help hm out. Two of those friends, Pam and Ron Leonard, were at his apartment today -- they, too, were active at St. Mary's and were St. Mary's Singers and we've known them for years. 

Ron and Pam moved on the next phase of their day and Harold, Debbie, and I piled into the Camry and headed to the Block 15 brewery for some beer, lunch, and great conversation. I very much enjoyed Block 15's Mexican Lager and ordered a Ginger Sesame Salad. Harold, Debbie, and I reminisced about days in the past and told stories about our present lives. Harold seemed much the same as he did the last time he and I got together in November, 2015. Yes, he has a bit more difficulty getting around, yes, his eyesight is diminishing, but mentally he's sharp. His memories are clear and his thinking about all sorts of things ranging from politics to spirituality, is acute. 

Harold also continues to write and self-publish poetry. After lunch, he invited us to return to his apartment. He gave us a copy of his last book of poems. Not only that, Harold thought highly of the way I read from the Old Testament back when I was a lector at St. Mary's and asked me to read a couple of his poems aloud to him. Debbie videotaped me reading for Harold and texted him the video clips so he can go back and listen again.

2. Debbie and I returned to Eugene and Debbie dropped me off at Perugino where I met up with Jeff, Margaret, and Michael. For many years, the four of us met about once a month for coffee at different places around Eugene and it's heartening, as well as fun, when we "get the band back together" on those rare occasions that I visit Eugene. Margaret, Michael, and Jeff continue to meet in my absence, so when I get to join them, I am stepping back into a stimulating and enriching routine that they've kept going, thank goodness, in my eight year absence.

As is always the case, our conversation was lively and wide-ranging. We talked about movies, books, music, Maureen Dowd and Shakespeare, Dowd's editorial in the NYTimes analyzing Will Smith, college basketball, and any number of other things. 

Time flew. 

Perugino's closes at five. We started our conversation around 3:15. I wasn't ready for it to end, but Debbie and I had another engagement this evening, so even if we could have stayed longer at Perugino's, I was up against another get together. (I think the others needed to get going, too.)

3. Michael gave me a lift to to 16 Tons where I enjoyed a couple 6 oz pours of a really good Hazy IPA, but I don't know its name. Debbie joined me for a short pour of an Imperial Stout.

I settled up and we headed to North Eugene for dinner at Herb and Francoise Pendleton's with Martha Moultry. Martha used to be the principal at Charlamagne where Debbie taught and where both of Herb and Francoise's boys went to elementary school. 

Wow!

It was a lively night, featuring a filet mignon dinner and deeply involving conversations about the Eugene School District, Martha's tenure at Charlemagne, Debbie's experiences teaching in Greenbelt, MD, and a host of other topics. 

I'm very grateful for how gracious Debbie, Martha, Herb, and Francoise are. 

After dinner and after a day of intense conversation with Harold and with Margaret, Michael, and Jeff, I hit the wall and left the dinner table and relaxed, even fell asleep, on a recliner in the living room.

To be honest, I was done. My energy for conversation was depleted. 

No one took offense. That I excused myself and rested for the last two or three hours of our visit was not a problem. I was awake for much of the conversation at the table and listened in attentively, but I was mostly silent and just blissfully worn out from having had a full and superb day. 

Friday, April 8, 2022

Three Beautiful Things 04-07-2022: Breakfast at Brails on 5th, Sunlight on 16 Tons Cafe Patio, Blissful Thursday

1. Debbie had an appointment for a haircut and so I went to Brails on 5th. Back in 1984-87, when I lived on W. Broadway between Lincoln and Lawrence, I regularly visited this squat, wide, unpretentious building. Back then, it was the Keystone Cafe. I walked in, went to the self-serve coffee station, poured myself their very strong locally roasted coffee, sat at the counter, and almost always ordered a blueberry pancake with real maple syrup, a side of home fries, and an egg fried over medium. Eve worked at the Keystone back then and always seemed alive to what was hip and happening in Eugene and I'd eat my breakfast and marvel at all she knew and all that was on her mind. Through activism I was involved with at the time, I'd become acquainted with Eve's sister Gabrielle, and she, too, was fascinating, full of political conviction, free thinking, and passion. 

That, and more, all came back to me as I took a seat at a table near the window facing 5th Street. The Brails menu is not a replica of the Keystone menu. I knew that. I also knew that the coffee station was long gone. I also knew that Brails has been remodeled since a fire closed this cafe for a few months. It reopened in February. 

The remodel helped spiff up Brails, but my sense was that the owners wanted to maintain the unpretentious, cozy, not at all fancy of the place and, in my mind, they succeeded. 

I ordered a rice omelet with hash browns and it came with toast and I loved how thick and delicious my sourdough toast was. 

I ate and let my mind wander back to the mid-1980s and how much I enjoyed eating at the Keystone with Jeff and Doug and Sue Ann. When the Keystone added dinners to their menu, from time to time the cafe donated some percentage of its profits on a given night to local non-profit political action groups. My friends and I tried to make it to the Keystone on such afternoons and evenings and often I'd see people I knew from the group I was involved with. 

I loved that. 

2. Debbie picked me up from Brails. It was a remarkable sunny and mild morning and Debbie said she'd like to go to 16 Tons Cafe, order some avocado toast with coffee, and sit outside for a while. I'd had enough coffee for the morning, so I ordered an English Breakfast tea and we enjoyed the scene on the patio in front of the 16 Tons Cafe. Some people had their handsome dogs with them. One of Debbie's longtime acquaintances from her days (before we'd met) working with children at Temple Beth Israel spotted Debbie and the two of them talked about Sandy's now adult children and how they've been doing in the over twenty-five years since Debbie did music with them. 

3. Blissful Thursday rolled around today and more than lived up to its name!

Jeff invited me to his house. He asked me to help him prepare salmon left over from the weekend Pow Wow at Lane Community College and invited me to join him and listen to Daniel Mackay's Bob Dylan radio program, Hard Rain and Slow Trains and to listen to Jeff's own program, Deadish, which follows Daniel's show. 

Upon arriving at Jeff's, we assessed the salmon and decided to quarter the fish and cook two of the quarters in pans on the stovetop. We lightly salted and peppered the fish. Jeff squeezed lemon juice over it. I heated olive oil in the pans and plopped the two chunks skin side down and watched them cook in my usual way of hovering over whatever I'm cooking. I just can't put something on to cook and then walk away. I was particularly focused on watching the progress of these gorgeous salmon chunks. I didn't want to over cook them. 

Our efforts succeeded.

The salmon was tender, moist, and full of wild flavor. 

Debbie made us a radicchio salad, very similar to the one she made for our dinner party on Wednesday night. It was a perfect side dish.

Fully satisfied with dinner, Jeff and I turned out attention to Daniel's show. Much like last week, Daniel focused on Bob Dylan's current tour, playing Dylan performing live on this tour and playing songs by people Dylan has made mention of while on stage. We got to hear the Country Gentlemen, Stevie Nicks, Waylon Jennings, and others. My favorite track of Daniel's show was a collaboration effort featuring Willie Nelson, Jamey Johnson, Chris Stapleton, and Lee Ann Womack -- with backup singers -- performing Dylan's "You Gotta Serve Somebody". It's from a 2018 album entitled, Muscle Shoals: Small Town, Big Sound. This is an album I will follow up on and listen to in its entirety.

Daniel's show alone would have made this a Blissful Thursday.

Being blessed as we are though, KEPW-FM in Eugene programs two more hours of bliss right after Daniel's show.

Tonight on Deadish, Jeff played an hour of music by a superb Americana-style jam band I'd never heard of: Donna the Buffalo. Earlier in the week, I had written Jeff an email that reflected a bit on Bob Dylan's song, "Mississippi" and, as it turns out, Donna the Buffalo covers "Mississippi" and Jeff played their version and told his listeners he played it for me. 

After an hour of Donna the Buffalo's great sound and fascinating explorations, Jeff turned back the clock to April 7, 1972, the night the Grateful Dead opened their European tour in Wembley, England.

For the next hour, Jeff and I sat in comfortable chairs in his living room and blissed out the segment of this 04-07-1972 show that Jeff featured.

It began with a fiery version of "Truckin'" which moved smoothly into about three and half minutes of Drums and then into an extended "The Other One". I loved how the Grateful Dead segued out of "The Other One" into "El Paso", returned to "The Other One" again and then the boys performed a gorgeous "Wharf Rat" and, alas, Jeff's time was up and his show ended. 

Jeff's radio show ended, but not my bliss -- all night long, I had dreams about the Grateful Dead with tonight's music as the soundtrack to those dreams. 

Thursday, April 7, 2022

Three Beautiful Things 04-06-2022: The Past Returns at Market of Choice, Surprise Beers at 16 Tons, Dinner Party and Games

1. I enjoy doing things when visiting Eugene that remind me of when I lived here -- it's been eight years since we left. So, we didn't really go on a shopping spree at Market of Choice, but we purchased bread baked in Cottage Grove that's delicious and not widely available; we purchased Cafe Mam, another product that's pretty local. I get kind of excited about putting Umpqua milk in my coffee, so I bought a half gallon of it. Our host does her best to stick to a vegan diet, so we scanned the dairy free ranch salad dressing options and picked up a bottle. I'm happy in Kellogg buying Darigold milk, Dave's Killer Bread, and Silvercup coffee, but I have a long history with these Oregon products and with shopping at Market of Choice and it's fun to relive those bygone days. 

2. My afternoon social plan dissolved, so I was relaxing here at Anne's house. Debbie went out to do some thrift store shopping. Suddenly, Debbie texted me that she'd accidentally landed in 16 Tons. I responded that I was very happy for her and she almost immediately mandated that I hire a ride from Uber and join her.

So I did.

I joined Debbie and ordered a perfect 3:10 p.m. beer: Baerlic's Dad Beer Lager. It was refreshing, light, and full of flavor, a superb craft lager beer.  In conversing with today's beer pourer, she revealed that her husband is the head brewer at Eugene's mighty ColdFire brewery. Once I finished my lager, I checked the tap list to see if any beers from ColdFire were available. Yes! I ordered a six ounce pour of ColdFire Live! Apricot/Tangerine, a most satisfying sour beer -- and a perfect 3:45 p.m ale. 

I loved being in the tap room this afternoon. The conversation was good. The house music was awesome and played at a comfortable volume -- Van Morrison, The Talking Heads, Lou Reed, Red Hot Chili Peppers, and other great stuff came up on whatever shuffle was playing. A couple or three bona fide beer geeks came in the house. They peppered today's pourer with geeky question and she was ready with quick and learned answers and great beer talk ensued. I even got to have a brief geek out as our beer server and I reminisced about the good old days of Logsdon Farmhouse Ales. 

Great memories of drinking those great bottles of Logsdon beers rose to the surface, leaving me feeling warm and dreamy, longing not for the return of those days, but definitely for the beer.

3. Debbie and I are staying at Anne's and tonight she hosted a dinner party featuring a delicious variety of roasted vegetables -- radishes, asparagus, potatoes, sweet potatoes, onions, among others -- and a radicchio salad that Debbie assembled. Attendees popped open several bottles of wine and sparkling conversation ensued. 

Once we'd finished eating, it was game time. Debbie introduced the party to a funny game called He Said/She Said and we finished the night playing a written word/drawing picture game. I can't explain either game briefly -- but I can report that we enjoyed a lot of laughs and exchanged some sharp wit. 


Wednesday, April 6, 2022

Three Beautiful Things 04-05-2022: Chillin', Herbs and Oils Aplenty, Debbie and Steve at the Bier Stein BONUS: A Limerick by Stu

1. I slowed down a bit today and spent much of the morning and early afternoon at Anne's house taking it easy.

2. Debbie and I went out in the afternoon and looked around and purchased a few things at Mountain Rose Herbs Mercantile. It's a great shop, generously stocked with tinctures, essential oils, herbs, spices, seasonings, teas, and other such items -- a dream store for those of us who enjoy cooking.

3. While Debbie ran a couple other errands, I stopped in at Tap and Growler for a Hazy L IPA from Bale Breaker. Debbie finished her looking around and we motored up to the Bier Stein and met Steve and Debbie for some beer and food. I tried, and was very happy with, Deschutes' Neon Daydream, a lemon-y and not overly juicy Hazy IPA. I also ordered a thick and delicious BLT with a cup of beer soup and it was awesome.

We had a lot of fun yakkin' with Steve and Debbie about all kinds of stuff: music, family, travel, being out in the world more -- it was a great time. 

I had planned to go to the 8:30 Bluegrass Jam at Sam Bond's Garage this evening, but the combination of that thick sandwich, a few beers, and late night on Monday left me sleepy and tired and I stayed put and turned in for an early sleep instead. 

Hey! Stu is back with a limerick! Here it is:

Polka dots mixed with stripes can be sad. 
Clashing colors can also be bad. 
Cross some lines to make squares, 
Colors designate heirs. 
Yes Tartan is much more than plaid. 

National Tartan Day

Tuesday, April 5, 2022

Three Beautiful Things 03-04-2022: Lunch with Linda, Ribs and Pale Ale, Watching Kansas and North Carolina with Roger and Terry

 1. Linda S. I met at The Paddock for lunch today and got in some very serious yakking! (Our food was good, too -- I really like The Paddock's Frisco Burger -- a juicy burger dressed with 1000 Island served on thick sourdough toast). We bemoaned the fact that both the men's and women's basketball teams at the U of O had ultimately disappointing seasons and did our best to get to the bottom of what their problems were. 

Linda and I are both dealing with kidney issues and we exchanged stories and information about how we are doing -- we're both doing pretty well. We also talked about Linda's current and my former place of employment, LCC, and discussed the difficulties the college has been facing and the benefits of retirement -- Linda's plans are up in the air. We had a great time together. We both wish we could see one another more often and are grateful for these lunches we get to have when I visit Eugene -- and the lunch we enjoyed in Kellogg a few years ago when Linda and Wayne came through town on their way home from Montana.

2. It's ancient history now, but in both 1979 and 1986, when we all lived in Oregon, I got together with my fellow KHS Class of '72 graduates, Roger and Terry to watch the championship game of the NCAA men's basketball tournament. When I knew I'd be in Oregon for this year's championship game, I floated the idea to Terry and Roger that we get the band back together again and meet at Roger's or Terry's house to watch tonight's game.

As it turned out, Terry's house worked out best, so this afternoon I leapt into the Camry and rocketed up to Costco in Salem, parked the car, and piled into Roger's rig and he drove us to Terry's house in Gladstone.

We pretty much beat the late afternoon traffic and arrived at Terry's well ahead of tipoff which gave us ample time to yak, pay some attention to the pregame coverage, and to have a beer or two and eat dinner.

Terry prepared dry rubbed pork ribs perfectly. They were tender, juicy, and full of flavor. He fixed them just the way I like them -- not barbecued, not messy, not saucy, but easy to eat and really delicious. Terry also fixed a fresh side of cole slaw, rounding out a perfect meal.

In addition, Terry had two perfectly refreshing and delicious pale ales on hand. I started with a can of 10 Barrel's Reel Good Pale (Summer) Ale and then slowly downed a can of Rippin Pale Ale from Sunriver Brewing. Both beers balance their hops and malt beautifully, making them easy to drink and very refreshing.

I finished my second beer before halftime and that was it for the night -- in stark contrast to the how I drank beer after beer after beer and went to the bar after the game in 1979 when I was younger not nearly as restrained nor as mindful of safety as I am now forty-three years later! 

3. The game. 

Oh, my! 

Kansas started out scorching the nets and raced to an early lead, but as the first half progressed, North Carolina simultaneously put the clamps on Kansas, picked up their game on offense, and built a fifteen point half time lead. 

Terry's neighbor, Gordy, joined Terry, Roger, and me to watch the game, and none us was rooting hard for either team to win.

We were, however, hoping that something would happen in the second half to make this a closer tilt, hoping that North Carolina wasn't going to blow Kansas out and win a lopsided game.

Kansas came out of the intermission with a renewed resolve and much more aggressive. They went to the hoop harder, they forced a series of North Carolina turnovers, and they suddenly got some sparkling play from their sixth man, Remy Martin.

By about half way through the second half, Kansas tied the game at 50 and we geezers got our wish: this was going to be a tightly contested game now to the end and the result was very much in question.

Kansas sped up the game. North Carolina got worn down. The Tar Heels superb guard, Caleb Love, hurt his ankle/foot and that slowed him down; I don't know how affected Brady Manek was by twice getting unintentionally popped in the head during this game, but I could sure imagine him being concussed; Puff Johnson evidently took a blow to the stomach that knocked the wind out of him and left him on his knees, briefly vomiting; with just under two minutes to play, North Carolina's already hobbled Armando Bacot, having played courageously and powerfully despite injuring his ankle on Saturday, folded to the floor and left the game, having rolled his ankle again. 

Bacot's absence meant that Brady Manek, a tough player, but without Bacot's strength, had to guard  Kansas' strong man in the pivot, David McCormick and Kansas clinched their 72-69 win by going inside to McCormack late in the game and he rewarded that strategy with two key buckets. 

As a way of closing -- and I've probably written this before -- I'm not, as a fan of college basketball, a blamer.

I don't blame referees when teams lose. 

I don't blame injuries.

I don't know what might have happened in this championship game if Bacot and Love were at full strength. I don't know what would have happened had Bacot not left the game left when he injured his ankle again. I don't know what would have happened had Puff Johnson not had sit out for a while, after playing superbly, because he had the wind knocked out of him and was nauseous. I don't know if I'll ever know what impact those blows to the head had on Brady Manek.

What I do know is that, as North Carolina Coach Herbert Davis himself said in a post-game interview, Kansas wore North Carolina down. North Carolina was not a deep team -- they have few reserves who play much. In the second half, Kansas put a lot of pressure, both offensively and defensively, on North Carolina and the Tar Heels got fatigued -- and, often, with fatigue comes injury. I don't know if the Tar Heel injuries were caused by fatigue, but I have to think fatigue played a role. Kansas' played an unrelenting style of basketball in the second half after a fairly passive first half, and I think their vigor and the confidence they gained as their momentum built strengthened them to overcome the fifteen point halftime deficit and, eventually, to prevail over the Tar Heels.

It was sure fun to watch this hoop drama unfold in the company of my lifelong pals, Roger and Terry. It's a source of great joy for me that we could, once again, get together for a championship game after not having done so for thirty-six years.

I'm full of gratitude. 

Monday, April 4, 2022

Three Beautiful Things 04-03-2022: Great Phone Talk with Dan, Irish Jam at Sam Bond's Garage, Remembering Anchor Steam

 1. Dan Armstrong and I were hired at LCC on the same day back in the fall quarter of 1990 and developed a deep respect for each other as colleagues and a deep friendship. Dan will lie as low as possible as long as there's a pandemic, so instead of meeting face to face, we had a superb conversation on the phone and talked about all sorts of things -- college basketball, Pink Floyd, our health, our mutual LCC friends, and more. It was an awesome hour of seriously superb yakkin'. 

2. Anne, Debbie, and I piled into the Camry and headed north to the Whiteaker neighborhood and grabbed a table at Sam Bond's Garage and listened to the Sunday Irish jam for nearly three hours. I returned to my campaign to SAVE THE PORTER and enjoyed a couple pours of Ecliptic Brewing's Capella Porter. 

Sam Bond's Garage opened in 1995 and, from the get go, has been a venue for local, regional, and national musicians and I've been going to shows or just dropping in for a beer there for about 27 years now. I've listened to Debbie perform at Sam Bond's, both on her own and with Babes with Axes and other fellow performers -- Debbie hosted her 50th birthday party at Sam Bond's garage -- what a great night that was! I've listened to Bill Davie, Jim Page, Laura Kemp, Big Fiddlin' Sue, and many other performers and some of my most enjoyable nights ever were when I went to the Bluegrass Jam on Tuesday nights at Sam Bond's Garage. 

Since I hadn't been to Sam Bond's Garage for about three years, this afternoon I relished how comfortable I feel in this place, how much I enjoy being in the company of the people who hang out there. I enjoyed  today's musicians, many whom I recognized from many years of going to Irish jams. It was awesome that they were back again today to play Irish music together -- my understanding that the pandemic had the jam on lengthy hiatus until today. 

3. One very low key but cherished memory returned to me. Back in 1982 and again in 1983, I spent time in San Francisco and during one of those visits I ordered a bottle of Anchor Brewing's Anchor Steam. I didn't know it at the time, but that was my first ever American craft beer and I absolutely loved it.

After a long period of abstinence, I returned to beer drinking in the fall of 1996. Back then, and, as I remember, for many years after, Sam Bond's Garage carried Anchor Steam on tap.

I loved ordering it at Sam Bond's Garage and tonight I was just faintly hopeful that Anchor Steam might be on the tap list.

To honest, I didn't expect it would be and it wasn't, but as I relaxed at our table with the porter I did order, I had a few nostalgic minutes of remembering drinking Anchor Steam at Sam Bond's Garage and how that beer and the Garage's wonderful environment made this one of my most cherished places to go in Eugene.

I have many other warm memories of going to Sam Bond's Garage, but, for now, I won't extend this post any more and I'll sit here and indulge in their warmth within myself.


Sunday, April 3, 2022

Three Beautiful Things 04-02-2022: Visiting Anne and Russell, Dinner at Scribles, Floydian Slips: An Awesome Show

 1. I had a rousingly good time at Anne and Russell's today. I dropped by at 3:00 to watch the Villanova-Kansas game. Kansas rocketed out to a very fast start and established an early and wide lead they would never surrender despite Villanova's determination to close the gap. It's hard to say if Anne, Russell, and I would have talked less had it been a closer game! I do know, however, that being able to yak almost non-stop with Anne and Russell and splitting two superb IPAs with Anne, made my day. 

Oh, by the way, despite Villanova's loss, because Duke also lost, I finished third in the bracket pool I entered and will win some money. That's a first for me! 

2. I left Anne and Russell's and joined the Troxstar near where Debbie and I used to live at a bistro called Scribles --it's in the spot that used to be Cornucopia, the Monroe Street Cafe, and Whirled Pies. I like the cozy, not at all fancy, neighborhood vibe of Scribles a lot. I joined the Troxstar at a table near the front window, ordered a solid, tasty Handtruck Pale Ale from Barley Brown's Brewing in Baker City, OR and then enjoyed a thick, meaty, Toasted Italian sandwich on a splendid hoagie roll. The Troxstar and I got is some very serious yakkin'. 

While we ate, drank, and yakked, North Carolina and Duke were playing in the day's second NCAA Tournament semi-final. I received text messages telling me the game was among the tournament's best ever -- I mean in the history of the tournament! -- but, alas, I made the decision I'm very happy with to dine and drink beer at Scribles and to walk from Scribles to the McDonald Theater to relish a show performed by the Floydian Slips. I didn't mind at all missing this epic tilt. 

3. The Troxstar and I arrived in plenty of time at the McDonald to purchase our tickets, stand in line to enter the venue, and find a good seat in the balcony. 

The Floydian Slips opened the show with selections from The Wall and Wish You Were Here before moving into playing the entirety of Animals. The band took a break and after intermission they played "Shine on You Crazy Diamond" and "Wish You Were Here" before playing the entirety of The Dark Side of the Moon. It might have felt like the band could not reach a more stratospheric heights than the way they closed out Dark Side with "Brain Damage"/"Eclipse", but after leaving the stage,  the Slips returned and burned down the house with an electrifying encore, a fiery "Comfortably Numb", sending the audience out of the McDonald happy, many uttering words like, "Oh! My God! What a great show!" and "Could you believe that last set?"

I felt the same way. I'm very grateful that our trip to Eugene coincided with this Floydian Slips show, a performance that marked the band's 25 years playing together. 

Saturday, April 2, 2022

Three Beautiful Things 04-01-2022: A Whiteaker Stroll, Beer at Both 16 Tons Locations, Rockin' with El Borko ¡Surf!

1. For a walk today, I parked the Camry in the Whiteaker neighborhood and strolled around, checking out things that are new to me and remembering times I've spent at places that have been around for quite a while. I headed north to the Ninkasi Brewing complex. Since I've last wandered around Ninkasi, the company closed its tasting room and opened a restaurant called The Better Living Room. I wasn't ready to drink a beer, but I wanted to make sure I knew where this place is located and check out the parking situation. I succeeded. 

I enjoyed walking by familiar places where I've had many memorable times in the past:  Izakaya Meiji Company, Sam Bond's Garage, the Red Barn Grocery, New Day Bakery, and Tacovore. I also took note of some places to eat and drink I was not familiar with -- and probably won't come to know.

2. After strolling, I drove to 16 Tons and ordered a 12 oz pour of Single Hill Brewing's Pale Ale, Local Hill. I've been drinking more Pale Ales recently, enjoying their balance and how easy they are to drink. I enjoyed my first beer so much that I bought a second 12 oz glass and bought a four pack of various IPAs to take back to Anne's where we're staying.

Later, Debbie and I went to the 16 Tons Cafe where I enjoyed a Joy Pale Ale from Block 15. The brewery describes the beer as having a "pillowy-soft malt profile" and I have to agree. The beer has a soft feel and I enjoyed the balance between the sweetness of the "pillowy-soft" malt and the citrus flavored hops. 

3. We stopped for beer at 16 Tons Cafe on our way to Friendly Garden, a street side space on Friendly under huge tents with food trucks and a performance stage. Our friend Brook Adams fronts a surf band called El Borko ¡Surf! and they were playing this evening, starting at 6:30. Anne met us there. Later, Walker, Ingrid, and Walker's sister joined us. After a while, Laura came by. Tim Blood came by our table.  I'd had enough beer for a while, so I went to a food truck and ordered a plate of teriyaki chicken and after an hour or so got myself a pint of Rev Nate's tasty New Moon Mandarin Cider.

Brook's band is awesome. Surf music is deeply rooted in Americana and early rock n roll and I loved how I could hear the way this music had to have inspired punk rock and the new wave sound that emerged about 40+ years ago. El Borko ¡Surf! played music by the Ventures, other familiar stuff I can't name, a surf band version of Herb Alpert and the Tijuana Brass, that great song "Secret Agent Man", and closed out their show playing "Tequila". For me, listening to El Borko ¡Surf! was two hours of invigorating bliss. The music charged me up, made me feel very happy, and brought back to mind what a wild and innovative musician Brook Adams is. 

Friday, April 1, 2022

Three Beautiful Things 03-31-2022: Walking to a Bagel, Dinner at Pandita, Blissful Thursday at Jeff's House

1. Whenever I visit Eugene, I enjoy walking here again. I used to walk in Eugene a lot, whether in neighborhoods, out at Delta Ponds, downtown, along the river, or for a morning stroll to Cornucopia for breakfast. Late this morning, I took off for a mile and a half walk from Anne's house to Edgewood Shopping Center to eat my first ever bagel at Lox, Stock, and Bagel. To get to my destination, I walked for several blocks on the Amazon Trail that goes along both sides of Amazon Creek. I crossed West Amazon at 44th, walked uphill and over a ways to Fox Hollow where it intersects with 43rd and then walked up a moderate incline for a while until the street became level. I passed Spenser Butte Middle School, turned right at Donald, and walked another block or so to the shopping center.

I am not in good walking condition, but I made it to Lox, Stock, and Bagel. I ordered a sesame bagel toasted with a light spread of cream cheese and drank water. I enjoyed the bagel shop a lot. It's a locally owned business, small, lacking in all fanciness. It's a downscale shop, not upscale, my favorite kind of place.  It's run by energetic and friendly young people. It features a wide variety of bagel styles and many options for breakfast and lunch sandwiches and I noted that one customer was eating a bowl of soup, but I didn't catch what the soup of the day was. 

I ate. 

I sat. 

I rested. 

I gathered myself and walked the mile and half or so back to Anne's and was very happy to have logged about three miles of walking and to have found another bagel shop in Oregon to enjoy.

2. Around 5:30, I dropped Debbie off in the 5th St Market area and zipped over to Jeff's house. We sat in his back yard and yakked for a while before heading over to 11th and Mill to have dinner at Pandita. For much of the time I lived in Eugene, the building that houses Pandita was the Rose and Thistle, a squat rustic faux Tudor fish and chips place. Pandita is a taqueria with a twist -- the twist being that it's a Mexican restaurant that fuses Mexican with other styles of cooking. Much like the bagel shop I enjoyed this morning, there's nothing upscale, fancy, slick, or contemporary looking about Pandita. It's homey, cozy, with indoor and outdoor seating and an outdoor fireplace.  Jeff and I both thoroughly enjoyed our shrimp tacos and tortilla soup and my margarita was tasty and refreshing. 

Pandita sponsors Jeff's radio show, Deadish. Jeff has become pals with Amy, a most friendly and lovely owner of Pandita. She came to our table and we had some invigorating conversation.

So did Jeff and I before Amy visited us. We launched right into a lot of Bob Dylan discussion, peppered with some Grateful Dead talk. Amy referred to Jeff as a Dylan/Dead guru and I was happy to have made a pilgrimage from Kellogg to Eugene to sit at the guru's feet and learn more and more and more about this music.

3. Jeff and I hustled back to his house after our dinner. Jeff put KEPW-FM (low power) on his sound system and we listened to an intriguing episode of Hard Rain and Slow Trains. Daniel has been tracking Bob Dylan's comments to his audiences on his current tour. Dylan has been paying homage to musicians who are from the cities he's performing in and providing other informative nuggets. It's almost as if he is giving his audiences a little taste of Theme Time Radio Hour each night. Well, Dan played music tonight by musicians Dylan has mentioned -- he played some Bing Crosby, Dolly Parton, Roy Rogers, among others -- and, much to Jeff's and my surprise, because Dylan made mention of Charles (Charlie) Manson, Dan played a song Manson recorded well over 50 years ago. 

Jeff's Deadish show was superb tonight and listening to it with Jeff made this Blissful Thursday especially joyous. 

My thought about Jeff's show: if a person wanted to take a couple of hours and listen to a splendid overview of Jerry Garcia's music making from 1961-1995, Jeff's two hours of Deadish tonight would be the perfect show to listen to. 

He started out playing about 40 minutes or so of a sublime chunk of the second set of the Grateful Dead's 03-31-73 show performed at the Buffalo Memorial Coliseum. He began by placing us in a jam that grew out of "Truckin'" segued into Drums, which Jeff gave us a taste of, and then the Grateful Dead melted into a stellar jam introducing "The Other One", the playing of "The Other One", and Jeff ended this segment with the band jamming out of "The Other One" into "I Know You Rider". 

After such a stirring start to his show, Jeff turned his attention to Jerry Garcia -- we got to hear him perform with Robert Hunter and with different configurations of the Jerry Garcia Band. If a person wanted to experience in a concentrated way Jerry Garcia's versatility, his knowledge of Americana music, his work with a variety of musicians, and his mastery of the acoustic guitar, banjo, and electric guitar, Jeff's show was a master class of Garcia's genius -- Jeff didn't say much in this Garcia seminar. He let the music speak for itself.

For me, this was a Blissful Thursday to the 10th power. Or more!