Monday, May 21, 2007
Off to see the Lizards
Hey, I have a photo blog http://picasaweb.google.com/sturvoni/OkefenokeeKayakRide?pli=1but have only one of many albums submitted. For now. And we're off, too, to the Bay Area, to see the wizards and wizardesses of that Ozzie land. After 4 days or so of hanging with the Turners, Tony, Erica, and Angie, its another Road Trip! To the Grand Canyon, Carol in Sedona and Merle in Albuquerque.
Friday, May 18, 2007
pogo
Here I am with my friend, Pogo Possumhttp://www.pogopossum.com/index.htm at the north entry to the Okefenokee. We were turned away from this entry because of the emergence of the wildfire that's burned in the area since then. 
Fortunately we were able to enter at the southeastern entry for the refuge 
http://www.fws.gov/okefenokee/
Fortunately we were able to enter at the southeastern entry for the refuge 
http://www.fws.gov/okefenokee/
Friday, May 4, 2007
Thursday, May 3, 2007
Al McGuire
Even though it's a "busy being born" theme, I'm busy seeking an identity, or at least a blogger sense and purpose while self-consciensely trying to avoid pretentiousness. So I've carried around a stagnant list of "blogits" that stopped after:
Al McGuire
Should have said at 60th
Urban/Wild Dinner
During the NCAA madness (of which I am afflicted) the NYTimes ran a piece by Ray Glier on April 1, on the inimitable Al McGuire the second paragraph of which, in its entirety, says:
"McGuire, who was 72 when he died of leukemia in 2001, would suggest to his players that they spend six months bartending and six months driving a cab after graduation. They would be better prepared for life, he said."
In 1964, Marquette basketball coach, Al McGuire was the speaker at my Wausau Newman High School athletic banquent. He gave that same advice to us all-white, dumbass, midwest Catholic jocks. I was so impressed. He spoke to us as people, not as kids or subjects. He was...comfortable and sensible, as far as I could see. I don't recall any other adult figure in my life, teachers, friends or family that hit such a home run with me. Bart Starr certainly didn't the next year as our speaker. Stiff, remote, irrelevant, the evil twin of Al. And Bart was the superstar. Al's celebrity was waiting for the NCAA championship in 1977, the year he retired from BB. And so I finally got it together and signed on as a bartender in 1972. And Al was right. I'll follow up on this some other time.
I signed in today because of a random restaurant review in the Capital Times today of the restaurant called The Old Fashioned and its old Wisconsin menu that included string potatoes which triggered a recollection of my encounter with string potatoes, or the potato chip like snack food that came in bags or cans. This must have been in about 1960 or so when I spend much time walking the shore of the Wisconsin River which wound through Wausau and approached within a few blocks of the childhood home. An early scavanger (a family tradition) I found floating in the "hardest working river in the world" a sealed No. 10 can with no label. I took it home and Dad and I opened it. Of course, it was a commercial size can of shoe string potatos. Ever practical Dad noted the previously sealed contents and said, without any concern for where the can was found floating for who knows how long; "Let's eat". This, of course, was on course with the dump garden experience where a produce company dumped a load of old stuff early one spring and by fall all sorts of stuff had sprouted and Pa reasoned that it had to OK and we harvested lots of stuff. We also hunted rats in that same dump.
Al McGuire
Should have said at 60th
Urban/Wild Dinner
During the NCAA madness (of which I am afflicted) the NYTimes ran a piece by Ray Glier on April 1, on the inimitable Al McGuire the second paragraph of which, in its entirety, says:
"McGuire, who was 72 when he died of leukemia in 2001, would suggest to his players that they spend six months bartending and six months driving a cab after graduation. They would be better prepared for life, he said."
In 1964, Marquette basketball coach, Al McGuire was the speaker at my Wausau Newman High School athletic banquent. He gave that same advice to us all-white, dumbass, midwest Catholic jocks. I was so impressed. He spoke to us as people, not as kids or subjects. He was...comfortable and sensible, as far as I could see. I don't recall any other adult figure in my life, teachers, friends or family that hit such a home run with me. Bart Starr certainly didn't the next year as our speaker. Stiff, remote, irrelevant, the evil twin of Al. And Bart was the superstar. Al's celebrity was waiting for the NCAA championship in 1977, the year he retired from BB. And so I finally got it together and signed on as a bartender in 1972. And Al was right. I'll follow up on this some other time.
I signed in today because of a random restaurant review in the Capital Times today of the restaurant called The Old Fashioned and its old Wisconsin menu that included string potatoes which triggered a recollection of my encounter with string potatoes, or the potato chip like snack food that came in bags or cans. This must have been in about 1960 or so when I spend much time walking the shore of the Wisconsin River which wound through Wausau and approached within a few blocks of the childhood home. An early scavanger (a family tradition) I found floating in the "hardest working river in the world" a sealed No. 10 can with no label. I took it home and Dad and I opened it. Of course, it was a commercial size can of shoe string potatos. Ever practical Dad noted the previously sealed contents and said, without any concern for where the can was found floating for who knows how long; "Let's eat". This, of course, was on course with the dump garden experience where a produce company dumped a load of old stuff early one spring and by fall all sorts of stuff had sprouted and Pa reasoned that it had to OK and we harvested lots of stuff. We also hunted rats in that same dump.
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