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Saturday, May 24, 2014

The night before Africa...

A lotta water under the bridge since my last post.  Why?  Busy being, I guess.  Just can't seem to sit still long enough to write anything.  In ten hours an journey of some 25 hours in airports and planes begins with a destination of Dar es Salaam, Tanzania.  Then various other stops over the next 30 days.  With I keep posted and posting?  Would be nice.  Didn't do it for Guatemala or Patagonia or Myan Mar or Boston. But it feels good just to find this space still available.  A little sunshine, water and attention is maybe all it needs.

Sunday, April 25, 2010

Busy birth

So now I'm a grandfather. I've accepted Grampy Jim as a placeholder address until Rocco begins to pay attention. It' s an amusing title and I'll answer to anything he wants. So here are a few photos that catch a few moments in the rapid growth of the boy. Born February 27, 2010 and just about 2 months old. He weighed in at 13 lbs. 9 0z. last friday, which is up significantly from the photos posted here. Its "like starting over" from when Tony was born back on December 9, 1977 and I got back to basics, trying to appreciate life at its inception and wonder. Busy being born, indeed. Being born is totally busy. Keeping it up is the trick. But with parents like Tony and Erica, Rocco is one fortunate son.

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Tuesday, July 21, 2009

Noodles by Night in Urumqi

And, here we are...Kathy, Mary Jo, me and Chuck.
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Urumqi by Night

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Just three years ago, four of us found ourselves in Urumqi, Xinjiang, China, as a stop on our tour of the China portion of the Silk Route. One of the more remarkable facts we learned as we approached Urumqi was that it is considered the most remote city from any sea in the world i.e. its about 1400 miles from any oceanic coastline. So its a bit of a drive to the beach. The biggest surprise for us, though, was the sheer cosmopolitan size of the place with over 2 million inhabitants.

Our local Hui guide was most accomodating and we wandered throughout the city prior to catching a plane for Kashgar where our guide was Uyghur. I'll have to post some additional photos to show you where our Urumchi guide, "Joseph", took us for a very tasty meal of noodles, lamb kabob and I can't remember what. But it was all good and the atmosphere unbeatable.

I post this now because of concern about the people we met in both Urumqi and Kashgar and the violence reported during the last month there. It appeared during the several days we visited both cities, that the Uyghur inhabited only the old, gradually ebbing, stone part of the city while the Chinese, many of them, recent immigrants from the east, lived on the modern, steel, neon and concrete side of the street. The demarcations were abrupt and vivid in that respect; a century or so between curbs.

However, our days so far from the beach, as on other stops along the Route, was rich and inspiring. Who knew?

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Tuesday, February 3, 2009

Happy New February!

OK. It's late and semi-coherent, but this is what we sent out this year over the holidays. I hope its readable. If not, well, let me know and I'll send one directly to you. I may also get around to more posting...later...that will include dome of the individual photos and/or substance of what's been happening. [I once considered creating a superhero by the name of ANDOR! or, AND/OR, the Great Equivicator!). I'm also considering a Facebook presence. Will it make my life easier? Later.
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Thursday, December 11, 2008 it goes.

You wait long enough and someone  you care about no longer is busy being born busy dying.  November 19, 2008 at 6:12 p.m. Dad finished his business.  And, once he made up his mind,  it took him less than a week.  On Thursday, November 13, shortly after noon, his oncologist, informed him that the chemo wasn't working, the tumor on his pancrease had grown, and the only thing left to prescribe for him, was hospice.  Dad was stoic, although he said later that he was surprised, that despite being bedridden for a month, he was going to beat it.  Like he did before.  That same night he told Bill that he would be dead in a week.  The nurse at Hospice House said "no way".  He was much too strong and would be around a few more weeks, at least.  But he didn't see the point in that.  On that last day, Mom and I took a break after 8 hours in his room.  Ten minutes after we left him, he let go.  He liked to be alone for moments like that.  
He had good run.  Here's his obit: