We should be careful what we wish for but as difficult as
it is, time for coming together as a nation and giving the new administration the
chance to work for all people. More when I feel up to sitting at my computer.
Wednesday, November 9, 2016
Update
Thursday, November 3, 2016
Another Health Hurdle
The last time I faced a really serious health problem was sudden open heart surgery. It was a 15
day ordeal in the hospital, with excessive bleeding and intubation
complications causing the long stay and a difficult recovery. But eventually I got back on the proverbial
horse and have been happily riding the trails of life again.
My heart problems are not only those of the “plumbing” variety
but electrical as well. As a 54 year old I had to have a pacemaker implanted as
my heart was beating only 30 BPM, even though I was going through my usual day
at work, driving, etc. I noted I
couldn’t climb a flight of stairs without becoming breathless. My doctor couldn’t believe I made it through
the day without passing out and I was checked into the emergency room.
They suspected an advance case of Lyme disease, which can
affect the heart’s electrical system, so I was placed on high dose antibiotics
to see whether that would solve the problem.
It did not so a week later a pacemaker was implanted. That was twenty years ago. During that period I’ve had the pacemaker
replaced two times and the battery on this, the third, is now running down so I
thought I would soon be getting my fourth.
Not a big deal swapping pacemakers.
This time around though I was told that the leads implanted 20 years ago
were beginning to fail and, now, I am 100% dependent on the pacemaker and have
no residual 30 BPM in the bucket. My life
literally hangs by wires connected to a minicomputer under my skin, and a
battery.
This is a much more delicate operation, my most serious
one since open heart surgery. Normally
this procedure does not involve the invasive opening for bypass surgery, but if
anything goes wrong, it could, something I was told I would not “tolerate
well.” Nonetheless, I must have a lead extraction; no choice here.
Rather than going into the details of such an operation,
this is a good site if anyone is interested. The procedure
can take up to six hours.
I’ll be going to a leading specialist for such
operations, Dr. Roger Carrillo at the University of Miami hospital. So, again,
I’m in the hands of a skilled physician at a critical health impasse. It’s hard not to feel a sense of anxiety,
recalling Bette Davis’ comment “growing old isn’t for sissies.” It is reassuring though to be in good hands,
and to have the support of friends and family, and, particularly, my wife, Ann.
I like the early mornings so I leave this entry with pictures
of the recent Hunter’s Moon setting down our waterway and the sun rising over
the golf course where I walk most mornings.
Wednesday, October 26, 2016
September Transatlantic Voyage
As with the last entry, this is more of a photographic
essay of our recent European trip. A
description of the entire trip can be found here while the photographic summary of our week in London is here.
On September 5th we boarded the Caribbean
Princess at Southampton for our return to New York City. For us, it is a large ship, probably the
largest we’ve been on, our preference being smaller cruise ships. This ship has a gross registered tonnage of
113,561 tons, holding a maximum of 3,573 passengers and 1,227 crew. Its length overall is 946 feet, merely 100
feet shorter than the Chrysler Building in New York City. It went into service in 2004 and it is
showing its age; I understand it is going in for refurbishing this coming
spring. It needs it. Being an old salt, my first order of business
when we got into our room was to inspect the sliding door to our balcony,
knowing that was the only barrier between us and potentially high winds and
pitching seas. Although on the 9th
level, I have seen seas that big in our travels. The door could not be locked. I examined the door hardware and it was
completely corroded. A sliding, unlocked
door in heavy seas is a serious hazard, so I called the desk and to their
credit they promptly sent up an engineer who took the door apart and
replaced the entire mechanism. I just
wondered how the previous guests failed to note that.
Some other negatives was a library which was devoid of
books– and with a full ship and people everywhere –I did my reading in our
cabin without the constant interruptions from the activities director – “the
casino is open!” or “try your luck at bingo!”
But, admittedly, the Princess Cruise line, like many of them, is trying
to appeal to more of a mass market, endeavoring to squeeze every last buck out
of each passenger. The entertainment in
the theatre was pedestrian, although they did have a couple of production shows
which, for a ship, were decent, including one dedicated to classic Broadway
shows. These were high energy and
enjoyable.
But, please, spare us the comedians, the hypnotists, and
the jugglers, etc. We never went to
those. Actually, the best entertainment was
a cocktail timed performance of a violinist and a guitarist who played
classical and Great American songbook pieces in the atrium. But try to find a seat with so many people!
Nonetheless, our choice of making this voyage was
predicated on the itinerary and the timing, not the ship itself, especially
with multiple ports in Norway and Iceland, two of our favorite places visited
in prior trips. So what follows is
primarily a photographic record of our 17 day crossing.
First stop after 229 NM (nautical miles; 1 NM = 1.15
Statute Miles) journey overnight was Rotterdam.
Very little of the old city is left because the Nazis bombed it into
submission in four days in 1940, the Netherlands surrendering after witnessing
the carnage. So the city was rebuilt,
most in a stark modernist and utilitarian style, a city now of contrasts.
Then onto Bergen, Norway, 572 NM. We had booked a side tour by boat of the
fjords but after seeing Alaskan fjords on two different trips, this was a bit
of a disappointment, but still beautiful.
The best part was the city itself and its architecture.
Still, some of the most beautiful photos were ones on the way to the fjords.
After, lunch at seaside, from the sea,
to the table.....
Children on their way to school ...
A short 182 NM trip took us to Flam, the highlight of
which was a trip on the Flam railroad and a brief stop at the Flam Kjosfossen
Waterfall.
Along the route an amusing sign.
Flam is a picture post card town.
Then 100 NM onto Lerwick, in the remote Shetland Islands
of Scotland. The was to be a tender port
and although the ship dropped anchor, due to Gale force winds and heavy swells,
the Captain announced he could not commence tender operations, a great
disappointment, particularly to the Scottish couple we sat with during lunch –
their second such cruise to this destination and neither time could they
disembark because of weather.
Thankfully, my telephoto lens brought some of the countryside into view.
A 686 NM journey over the next few nights brought us to
Akureyri, Iceland. It was FREEZING there. The highlights were the Godafoss Waterfall and their
small but interesting botanical gardens (yes, a botanical garden in Iceland)!
Akureyri to Isafjordur was a 171 NM journey from hell -- a
head sea of up to 27 feet, with a 40 MPH head wind. But well worth those moments of fear, as the
small town of Isafjordur (a year round population of less than the ship’s
passengers!) had some of the most picturesque scenes, captured here:
Another 196 NM to Reykjavik. We were last there in 2012 and enjoyed the 12 hour
“golden circle” tour and saw that wonderful part of the country. This time around we wanted to spend some time
in the city itself but again there were near gale winds and it was a raw,
drizzly day, not ideal for walking around.
We did disembark but after ten minutes outside we disappointingly headed
back to the ship. Also, that evening we
were told that the ship could not leave port because it was pinned to the dock
by wind. The following day, we needed
the assistance of two tug boats to pull the ship off the dock and turn it
around.
And so began a five day 2,300 NM direct passage to
Boston. It was a relatively benign
journey across the North Atlantic. I
noted that at times the ocean temperature was 41 degrees and at one point we
passed within a couple hundred miles of where the Titanic went down. Not much chance of surviving in such waters,
hypothermia would be only minutes in those waters. Those ocean days were great for reading,
attending some lectures, going to a specialty restaurant aboard, courtesy of
our travel agent, and just staring out at the ocean.
In Boston we spent a wonderful day with our son, Chris,
who took off from work, to walk the Boston seaport with us, have lunch by the
water and just enjoy being together.
Then, the long 360 NM cruise from Boston to NY, actually
Brooklyn where we had been only a couple of months before on a nostalgic tour of my college days.
At night we passed Nantucket and Block Island where we
used to take our own boat in my salad days and then finally south of Long
Island, into New York Harbor, under the Verrazano Narrows Bridge, to our dock
in Brooklyn, the dawn greeting us, the Brooklyn skyline in the foreground. There our son, Jonathan, met us with our car
and we began our drive back to Florida.
I’d recommend a Transatlantic crossing for the
experience, but this one, our fifth, will be our last. Our first was on the original
QE2 in 1977. The ship was built for
speed, for a crossing, no stops, and a throwback to a transportation era now
long gone. In many ways, that was the
most exhilarating crossing, subconsciously experiencing it as a multitude of
prior generations did -- days at sea only, and then arriving at a distant shore.
Saturday, October 22, 2016
London Leg of Overseas Trip
I already posted a few pictures of our trip to London and
the return via sea, nearly a full month beginning the end of August. My hope was to post more photographs and let
them do the talking; thus this entry on the London leg of the trip. Another one
will follow on the transit from Southampton, England, to New York City.
My years as a publisher brought me to London and
Frankfurt on a regular basis, particularly for their book fairs. My company published academic, reference, and
professional books, mostly in the social sciences and the humanities. There was a substantial market for those
publications aboard and to effectively distribute our books throughout Europe
we partnered with a relatively young firm at the time, Eurospan, which was run by its charismatic founder, Peter Geelan. Danny Maher was the chief financial officer and over the
years we became close to Peter’s family and Danny’s as well. Our youngest son, Jonathan, was a few years
younger than Danny’s two daughters. We made it a point to visit them at their home in west London.
There, Danny and Pat, his wife, would prepare a typical
English Sunday dinner, our two families, including Danny’s mother (“Mum”)
growing closer over the years. They came
to our home in Connecticut to stay with us as well.
After Peter died, his son, Michael, who had been working
with Peter, took over the business with Danny.
I also had a close relationship with Peter’s middle son, Jeremy,professionally and personally, who tragically died recently of pancreatic cancer.
So, that sets the stage for our London visit, the main
reason was to reconnect with people we consider “family.”
I already posted a similar picture of our “reunion” but
this one was with another camera, so I repost:
Our visit to the Eurospan offices, where they’ve been all
these years in the heart of Covent Garden but soon will be relocating...
An interesting contrast, Michael, Danny, and me in 1980
and one of us at the recent reunion dinner...
And another English Sunday dinner feast, prepared by
Danny and Pat’s daughters, Claire and Lisa, and served at Lisa’s home...
Part of this nostalgic tour was to revisit our “old
neighborhood.” We used to stay at The
Cavendish London Hotel near Jermyn St and made a regular routine to visit the
exquisite Fortnum and Mason as well as dining at Rowleys...
Then, via underground to Oxford Street.: Ann wanted to do
some shopping and I wanted to see Selfridges again, especially after enjoying
the BBC/PBS series. It is impressive how
they’ve maintained the building and their high standards...
A trip to London demands time in its great museums and
galleries. Here is the National Gallery entrance....
But our greatest pleasure was spending a day at the
V&A – the Victoria and Albert Museum.
Its decorative arts and design collection is unparalleled. Ann’s particular interest was the exhibit
from the Jane Austen era. Here you can
see her posing behind one of the waistcoat dresses of the time...
In fact, as I
write this, Ann is attending the Jane Austen Society of North America conference in Washington with sister “Janeites.”
Other related exhibits are a music room and sitting area from
that era...
I liked the contemporary hanging design entitled Breathless at V&A which is Silver-plated
brass wind instruments, flattened and suspended on stainless steel wire...
It was a hot day, even for London when we visited the
V&A and having the requisite Scones and Tea for a very late lunch, emerging into an unusually warm day for London...
Not to visit the London stage while there would be
heresy. The narrative link describes the
five performances we saw, the one disappointment was not being able to see the
Outdoor Theatre performance of Pride and
Prejudice in its entirety because of rain.
Here we are having pre-theatre dinner outdoors on the site, in the rain
of course!...
I tried to get shots of the stages of the other four
plays we saw but was unable to get one for The
Entertainer. Here are ones for In the Heights, The Go Between, and The Truth...
And those are certainly the highlights of our memorable London visit. And so after a very full week
there, we departed for Southampton to board a ship for our transatlantic
journey. That photographic story can be found here.
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