Wednesday, August 13, 2014
I have not a lot to say about the revelations of the past 24 hours.
I have never had much experience with clinical depression. A short 10 years ago, the boys and I went to Ireland and the first day we were there we wanted to visit the Cliffs of Moher. It was closed that day because a woman was visiting with her friends who thought a trip to Ireland would be just the thing to snap her out of her funk. They took her to the Cliffs of Moher. She looked around, took a drag off her cigarette and one step forward.
I was angry. Not because the Cliffs were closed to visitors. But because I thought she made a selfish gutless choice. Suicide is the coward's way out.
In those last 10 years, I have done enough reading and and listening and thought to come to the conclusion that it is not a gutless choice. It is not a coward's way out. It is extremely complex.
Several years ago, I think it was 2011, one of my favorite baseball players committed suicide. Mike Flanagan was a pitcher, a TV and radio voice of the Orioles, and a general manager for the O's. He was saddle with huge debt. He had other problems. But one thing he mentioned was that he believed that the fans of the team he loved felt that he was responsible for them being on a 14 year losing streak. I came to understand that his problems, when looked at individually seemed trivial, and in the case of taking responsibility for his team having a tight-fisted cheap owner actually a little silly. But when all balled together they were very complex.
The news of Robin Williams last night was a shock. And it was not. He often spoke openly about his depression and his addictions. He also took on a TV show, something a star of his calibre would normally be above. And that show failed. He had a well-known dislike for spin-offs and "sequels." And yet he did "Night at the Museum 2" and had just wrapped "Night at the Museum 3". He was supposed to start work on "Mrs Doubtfire 2" at the end of this summer. Why? As it turns out he was facing bankruptcy. At age 63, working in Hollywood for 40+ years, winning Oscars, this guy should not be having to work a TV series just to have a paycheck.
It all piled up on him I suppose. I was saddened. Shocked. But not surprised.
And the first thing that flashed through my mind was the scene from "What Dreams May Come" where he joined his wife, a suicide, in Hell.
Wednesday, August 06, 2014
Our cabin is at 8700 feet in the Rocky mountains. Nice place but She(WMBO) cannot spend a lot of time above 8000. Cardiologist's orders. So the kids are at the cabin and we got a room down in Estes Park at 7500 feet.
Today, she shopped in Estes. I went hiking. After we got together and enjoyed steamed crabs ... all the way from Baltimore ... and listened to a recording of an older Orioles game and drank beer and enjoyed corn on the cob. I can't think of anything better than crabs, corn, beer and the O's on the radio (sort of). Later we all play cards.
Maybe another short post tomorrow.
Sunday, August 03, 2014
We will be getting on an flight to Denver tomorrow for a visit to see David and his family and Dr Dani and her husband to celebrate two birthdays. And as an added surprised, David's wife Carolyn was somehow able to get a line on the traditional birthday feast, steamed crabs. In Boulder CO.
Dave called to ask if we owned a dial up modem. Really? I haven't had one since the middle '90s. Do they even make them anymore? And yes, yes they do. And NetZero and Juno are also still around.
And why do I need a piece of 19th century technology? (Yes 19th century ... they are based on the tech for sending AP Wirephotos in the late 19th century and early fax machine in the early 20th, I kid you not.) Because the place we will be staying near Estes Park doesn't have WiFI. And there does not appear to be either AT&T or Verizon wireless service. There is a landline (hooray!). But at dialup speeds, I can tell you one guy who has loaded up on books and games. Maybe I will try and see if the speed (or lack thereof) doesn't drives me batty but most likely I'll be seeing y'all on Saturday.
The other day, I got a Face Time call from Carolyn and she put Colin on to talk to me.
Why do new parents do that? They put a baby on the phone to talk to the grandparents. I don't recall that we ever did that to our Mom's and Dad's. My father for one would not have stood for it. He would have hung up just because that's was his way. At least there's video nowadays.
The call was actually for David who was passing overnight through our house between flights. He must have tired of talking to a baby and handed the tablet to me. Thanks? But when Colin got done saying whatever it was he was telling Daddy, he looked again at the screen and said "Hi, Pop Pop." Carolyn and David fell out laughing 2500 miles apart because they weren't expecting that.
Needless to say, even though I was just out there in June (twice) I am looking forward to getting out there.
Saturday, August 02, 2014
I have lived in Catonsville, 21228, C'ville, the '28, the 'Ville, for almost 25 years. Going through my picture I realized that I had very few pictures of this town. We take home for granted I suppose.
My original plan for today was to put the trike on the back of the car, drive up to the NCR (North Central Railroad) Trail and make for Shrewsbury PA. You. Because, Pennsylvania! But I got a call from She (WMBO) that she needed me to do something at 4:30. And since I could not guarantee that I would be back by 4:30, I decided to stick around.
But I still wanted to ride. It wasn't 40 miles. Ir was less than 6 but I took my good camera along and I took pictures of my trike at sites around C'ville. Like the Travelocity Gnome.
The full set is here:
I hope you enjoy this tour.
Welcome to C'ville
The '28. The 'Ville. This is where I live. And that is my 2014 Catrike Expedition.
Knights of Columbus Hall
This particular Knights of Columbus actually played a role in a controversial Vietnam War Protest on My 18, 1968. . The Catonsville Nine burned draft records in the Parking lot.
A bakery and Coffee Shop on Frederick Avenue in Catonsville.
Appalachian Bluegrass Shoppe
The Bluegrass Shoppe at the corner of Frederick Rd and Bloomsbury Ave is a must see for the guitar lover. Emory has guitars, dobros, fiddles, upright bass, mandolin, and dulcimer.
The New Bridge over the Beltway
Frederick Road crosses the Baltimore Beltway (I-695) on this new bridge, three years in the building. The sign attests to Frederick Road's designation as a National Historic Byway.
There are others on the Flickr page.
Saturday, August 02, 2014
An old couple was spending the evening together at home. He got up and told his wife that he was going to the kitchen for a snack was there any thing she wanted.
"Yes, I'd like some of that vanilla ice cream we have in the freezer."
"Right, vanilla ice cream."
"You might want to writ e that down, your memory isn't all that good."
"For crying out loud, woman, it's only to the kitchen! I can remember that far."
"Well, I want some chocolate syrup on that too. Do you want to write that down?"
"Vanilla ice cream and chocolate syrup. I can remember that."
"Here's a pencil and paper because I also want nuts. Vanilla ice cream, chocolate syrup and nuts."
"I can remember that. Anything else?"
"I like those M&Ms too. Honey, you better write all that down."
"Vanilla Ice cream, chocolate syrup, nuts and M&Ms. Easy. Stop nagging me about my poor memory."
He went into the kitchen and came back several minutes later with two ham sandwiches.
He handed her one and she looked at it for a minute.
"I told you your memory was bad."
"You forgot the pickle!"
And something like that happened tonight at my house.
She(WMBO) turned off the TV and headed for bed. I was sitting at the table looking at StumbleUpon.com and I asked her to hand me the remote, "I want to watch the baseball game."
"Oh, sure." She said.
The next thing I knew she was blowing me a kiss and saying good night as she headed for the stairs.
"Did you forget something?"
"You seem like a nice lady, who are you?" I asked.
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