Showing posts with label Family. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Family. Show all posts

Wednesday, October 19, 2011

I'm Getting Old

I recently had a birthday and She took me on a plantation excursion. We spent the night at Nottoway and at Houmas House. Each of those places has evolved into a tourist destination of sorts, with numerous attractions. Both host a lot of weddings and other events, both have fine dining restaurants. Nottoway has overnight accommodations for about 100 people including rooms in the house and cottages.

This is something we have been talking about for a long time. We even did it once, spending the night at Madewood a few years ago, before I started this blog.

This was a sort of surprise. I knew something was happening but I didn't know exactly what.


Friday afternoon we took off work early and headed up the river and over the Sunshine Bridge. We arrived a Notoway
and checked into our new cottage, it had been open only a year or two.

The room was very nicely furnished.


Since it was late in the afternoon we unpacked, walked around the grounds and eventually got ready for dinner at the Mansion Restaurant, located in the lower level of the house.


Our table was the one of the far right. The food was very good and the service pretty good. I recommend it. The only drawback is like a lot of restaurants it is noisy, although that may have had more to do with the party at the next table.

Saturday morning we had breakfast in the restaurant. Two eggs any style with choice of bacon or ham, grits and biscuit ($7.00). They didn't run out of grits.

Finally the tour of the property. It was interesting. The most interesting part was how the plantation survived the Civil War. It seems the owner took his slaves to Texas where he hired them out to make cash. When the war was over he had the cash to purchase a pardon and keep the plantation. The second most interesting part was the opinion of our guide, a retired school teacher, on the state of education in Louisiana.

Heading back across the Sunshine bridge to Houmas House.

Houmas House doesn't have any overnight accommodations except their Honeymoon Cottage.

It is an old cottage with two rooms, a bed room and a bridal room. It also has a large bathroom with a giant tub. There is no TV in the cottage nor as far as I could find anywhere on the plantation.

There is however a bar on the premises


It is fairly small and serves as the bar for the restaurant and the various events. I got the opportunity to teach two bar tenders how to make a daiquiri.

We had dinner at Latil's Landing Restaurant, located in the old trading post building behind the main house. The Food was excellent and the service very good. I recommend it also.

There are several small dining rooms, this is the one we ate in.

Sunday morning we had a bit of a problem, the water went out early in the morning and didn't come back on until after 10. We were wondering whether the rest of our day would be in jeopardy, you see we wanted to take a tour and have brunch before departing.

Nothing seemed to go awry. Tours were announced by the ringing of a bell and they went on more or less as scheduled. We took the 11:00 AM tour, led by a very dramatic young lady named Katie. Whenever I take these kinds of tours I'm never sure how much of the spiel is accurate but in South Louisiana we have never been anxious about letting a few facts get in the way of a good story.

Again Houmas House survived the Civil War as a viable working plantation. The story of how that happened is also interesting. Apparently the Owner freed his slaves several months before the war started and hired them back as employees. He also kept his money in Northern banks, was an Irishman and therefore a British Subject and had a letter for Abraham Lincoln.

The most interesting thing on the tour was a large map of Louisiana from the 1840's. It showed the extent of major plantations and listed the population of each parish. It listed population in three columns White, Free Colored and Slaves. I can't recall the exact numbers but I was surprised to see that Orleans parish was listed with somewhat over 100,000 residents. Somewhat over 50,000 were white and there were almost equal numbers of slaves and free colored residents (each in the 20,000's).

After the tour we had Sunday Brunch in the Pavillion Ballroom, one of the venues on site. It was pretty good as well.

After brunch we drove back to New Orleans in time to watch the saints game on TV, but that is another story.

Saturday, February 20, 2010

Newt, the historian misses a bet.

I have read and enjoyed the Gingrich/Forstchen collaborations on the Civil War.


I think they present a plausible alternative end game and an interesting take on the character of the major figures. At least that's my perspective from a lot of reading on the Civil War and from my family tradition, grounded in Rappahannock County Virginia.


My Father graduated from Rappahannock High School in "Little" Washington, Virginia, just prior to enlisting in the Army Air Corps. He was a firm believer that if Jefferson Davis had followed the advise of his Secretary of Treasury, Judah Benjamin the Confederacy might have prevailed.


That evaluation not withstanding my father climbed into a B-17 and bombed Germany, to his later chagrin.
Planes of the 486 Bomb Group
( my Dad may have been in one of these planes)

However I am not impressed with the Gingrich/Forstchen selection of Pearl Harbor for their World War II collaboration. The story rambles around without much purpose and with little conclusion.


It seems odd to me, I think they probably intend(ed) to write a conclusion but either haven't yet or decided not to. In addition every historian I have read has unequivocally concluded that the United States would defeat at the Empire of Japan in an extended war.


The Japanese were well aware of the industrial potential of the United States and knew they could not survive a war a long war.

The United States was also the major supplier of oil to Japan. When the United States embargoed oil shipments to Japan some have stated that war was inevitable. That may be, but only because Japan was unwilling to back down. Others have gone further to state that the United States forced Japan in to a war. That premise seems to be based on Japanese oil reserves and not on diplomatic analysis.

A few have gone so far as to state that the United States provoked the war. These "historians" often invoke racism in their analysis. That has always puzzled me. The stated reason for the oil embargo was the Japanese invasion and outrages in Manchurian and China. The demands the United States made on Japan were all related to their conduct in China. I have never understood how the United States placing economic sanctions on Japan for killing Chinese can be seen as racist.

In my opinion the Japanese rationally assessed the United States Naval building program in 1930's and decided that unless a military strike was made soon the United States would have predominate power and military action would be useless. They refused to make the necessary political concessions, likely because that would have caused severe political disruption in Japan, possibly a coup, a mutiny or even a civil war.

After Roosevelt's election the United States built ups its military, partly in response to world events and partly as a jobs program
USS Essex CV-9

In 1938 Congress authorized the Essex, lead ship of what would be the 24 ship Essex class of Aircraft Carriers. Eight additional ships were authorized on September 9 1940. These ships alone would match the Japaneses Aircraft Carrier Fleet. Combined with the existing ships and the Hornet also then under construction the Japanese would have been significantly outnumbered by the middle of 1943. The follow on Midway Class was already being designed.

Add to that, the construction of the North Carolina Class of (2) Battleships was complete in 1940. The South Dakota class (4) was under construction and due for commissioning by mid 1942. The Iowa Class had been ordered and the keels already laid. The even more massive Montana Class was being designed.
North Carolina Class Battle Ship


This does not even include the literally hundreds of other ships on order or under construction in 1941. For example there were 21 Gleaves Class destroyers completed and commissioned between 1938 and the attack on Pearl Harbor, dozens more of the remaining 41 ships of the class were under construction. Work had already started on almost 2 dozen of the follow up Fletcher Class. Ultimately 175 Fletchers were built.
Fletcher Class Destroyer

Japan could not hope to match this pace of building. And most of the Japanese leaders were aware of it. The best they could hope for, short of backing down, was to strike a blow that would make the United States reconsider or temper it's opposition to Japanese policies in China.

Unfortunately that strike didn't cow the United States and prompted a national anger that lead to the total defeat of Japan. That defeat never required more than about a third of the US war effort.

I think there is a much more interesting scenario they could have investigated.

In 1940 Germany stood undefeated and arrogant at the edge of the English Channel. There were plans for an invasion. Men and machines were being gathered.

At the time (late August 1940) the RAF was near the breaking point. There were sufficient aircraft being built but pilots were being lost before they could become effective. There was serious discussion that the RAF would need to be pulled north out of the reach of the bombers.

Consider this;

The first RAF raid on Berlin took place on the night of 25 August 1940. It is widely believed that caused the Luftwaffe to switch from bombing airfields and military installations to bombing cities. After all Goering had said in 1939 "No enemy bomber can reach the Ruhr. If one reaches the Ruhr, my name is not Goering. You may call me Meyer."

In a speech delivered on September 4
Hitler promised retribution. Hitler threatened, "...When the British Air Force drops two or three or four thousand kilograms of bombs, then we will in one night drop 150-, 230-, 300- or 400,000 kilograms. When they declare that they will increase their attacks on our cities, then we will raze their cities to the ground. We will stop the handiwork of those night air pirates, so help us God!"

The first Luftwaffe raid on London was not until September 7 1940, making the premise more than plausible.

Suppose the raid on Berlin had not happened and the RAF had pulled back. The Germans may have begun to feel they had beaten the RAF, especially if the British fed misinformation to them through the XX double agent system of dis-information.

Suppose as a result of the 3 July 1940 Battle of Mers-el-Kébir, the egotistical French Navy decided to throw in with the Kreigsmarine?

When Eisenhower tried to get the French to switch sides a couple of years later French Admirals negotiated for personal position, rather than join the liberation of France, resulting in loss of a lot of French sailors and ships but few Admirals. They might have been persuaded by a deft handling and the offer of assistance to get their battered ships and egos seaworthy. With the French on board the excellent Italian Navy could not resist helping support the invasion. The Japanese might even be persuaded to help some, in exchange for British possessions in Asia.

Given that state of affairs then Hitler may have seen this as an opportunity to eliminate a threat in his rear prior to attacking his good friend Joe Stalin.

Developing the scenario further by postponing the invasion until the spring of 1941 to allow the French ships to be repaired, the Luftwaffe to bring on new aircraft with reliable drop tanks and for the further preparation of troops, ships and landing craft. We have a scenario which might be plausible.

We look back at the successful amphibious landings later in the war and see how poorly organized such an attempt have would been. But in 1940 no one had ever mounted a large scale amphibious operation. The famous Higgins boat had only recently been shown to the Marine Corps and the final version with a full width bow ramp was yet to be developed. The doctrine of amphibious warfare had not been developed and its dangers were not understood. During the attack on Wake Island in December 1941, the initial Japanese landings were fought off by a relatively small garrison of Marines. Up to the disastrous Dieppe Raid in August 1942 it was believed that surprise could allow an assault to succeed. The May 1941 Battle of Crete had not yet exposed the weaknesses of airborne assault. The war had not really started in earnest.

One thing I have seen written is that some in Germany believed that the Royal Navy may have decided not to put forth a maximum effort to oppose the invasion, preferring to take the King and Government to safety beyond reach of the Germans, probably to Canada. This is of course absurd, but the Germans may have convinced themselves.

Of course the Royal Navy would have steamed into the middle of the invasion fleet flying Nelson's message to the fleet before Trafalgar.
"England Expects That Every Man Will Do his Duty"
Nelson's famous statement that,"No captain can do very wrong if he places his ship alongside that of the enemy", would be on the mind of every captain as well as the memory of the English ships who sailed out to confront the Spanish Armada, the last time anyone dared try to invade England.

The invasion would no doubt have been a disastrous military failure but the political calculus of the time would have changed enormously. England would be weakened enormously, possibly enough that Churchill would be put out of office and peace negotiated. Another possible outcome might be that Stalin would take the drubbing as a cue to attack Hitler while he was recovering from the loss. Japanese reaction might be to attack the United States sooner or more directly. Roosevelt may have been compelled to enter the war. Maybe India would leave the British Empire.

Monday, November 23, 2009

Some People Just Don't Get It!

We went to a funeral this weekend. It was perhaps the largest funeral I've ever attended filling the parish church full almost to capacity, but that is a different post.

After the Mass there was a procession from the church to the cemetery. A police motor cycle escort stopped traffic for the procession as it passed through intersections and held traffic at signal lights.
Along the way a car cut into the procession directly in front of us. We thought perhaps they were separated form the group and merely catching up. As we passed the next intersection one of the escort signaled the driver to turn on his lights and flashers, which he did. After passing through a few more intersections the car turned off its lights and flashers and took a left into a turning lane, heading off to some unknown destination.


She was aghast that anyone would be so disrespectful and to take advantage of a funeral merely to get through a few red lights without stopping. She said "That's the kind of person that will not have anyone at their funeral".

Friday, July 17, 2009

Rockets

Thanks to my friend Mark for making me remember this.

When I was a kid my grandparents lived in Melbourne Florida, just south of "The Cape".

Apollo 11 Launch

We would often watch the rocket launches from the beach. Once we watched a Saturn V take off from their back yard. You could clearly read the letters U S A on the side and see the tail of flame against a clear blue Florida sky. As is slowly rose straight up it gradually gained speed. We all silently stood and watched in awe. The house shook. We were 20 miles away.

It hard to believe it's been almost 40 years since I stayed up to watch fuzzy TV pictures of two guys in space suits jumping around.

Monday, December 29, 2008

We're 35 Today!

Thirty five years ago taday at St. Catrins' in Metry we wuz married up.


It's been great. I'm really looking forward to the next thirty five years. I'm lucky to have the best wife and girlfriend all in the same person.

Thanks to everyone who helped along the way.

Thursday, December 25, 2008

Our goose is cooked!

It's not really cooked yet, but it will be.

One of the hoary Christmas clich
és is the Christmas Goose. Many of our traditional Christmas songs have the image of goose. I don't know where that tradition comes from. I have always supposed it was English, probably from the Dickens stories, but I don't really know.

This year I decided to actually roast a goose, I've never had one.


I still haven't eaten one, I will later today. I hope it comes out good. I hope I like it. More important I hope She likes it.

One of the interesting things about having a blog is seeing what people read. I put stuff out there and the things that get attention are always surprising. One surprise is that for the last several months my most popular post has been my Christmas post last year. I think someone linked to the picture, which I still really like.

Merry Christmas Everyone!

Sunday, July 20, 2008

Cars, Planes and Boats - Upper Left Hand Corner Version

I haven't written any about any of our excursions lately, because we haven't been anywhere together lately.

Over Memorial Day we took a family excursion. She and I took with her 82 year old mother to Whidbey Island, Washington for a family wedding. It was a quick trip. We left early Friday morning Memorial Day weekend and returned late Monday, the same weekend. I was sure it was worth the effort for her mother. I wasn't sure it would be enjoyable.

Friday 5:00 AM CDT Wakeup.

Typical weekend breakfast. English muffins, and poached eggs.

Friday 6:00 AM CDT The Mother-in Law Arrives.

Friday 6:30 AM CDT Leave for the Airport.

Mother in Law is met by a Skycap (are the still called that(?) with a wheel chair, you see she doesn't get around very well.

Friday 8:00 AM CDT Departure.

Friday 9:30 AM CDT Arrive Dallas.

The arrival at DFW was without incident. However we had a significant trek to make from Terminal A to Terminal D in less that two hours, with an elderly disabled passenger.

Plane is met by another Skycap(?) and wheelchair and we traverse DFW almost diagonally from one corner to the other. We used two wheel chairs, 3 electric cars and 2 elevators.

It took every bit of time we had to get to the gate and we barely had time to purchase some bag lunches before pre-boarding the flight.

Friday 2:30 PM PDT Arrive Sea-Tac Airport.

Again we were met by a Skycap(?) and transferred to a rental car shuttle and eventually to our rental SUV for the 90 minute drive to our rented house, with a stop ar a grocery store for provisions.

Friday 4:00 PM PDT Arrive waiting line for the Mukilteo - Whidbey Island Ferry.


2 hour wait for the ferry on an holiday weekend. We later heard that one of the wedding guests had "cut line" and others called ahead so they were forced to go back to the end and start over.

Friday 6:00 PM PDT Disembark the Mukilteo -Whidbey Island Ferry and find the way our bay side rental cottage.


Friday Evening the bride's extended family (of which we are part) gave a party at the Lodge they rented. A nice time was had by all.


Washington State style Gumbo and Shrimp Etouffe was served. That was interesting. No roux at all and the Gumbo had carrots in it. We wondered if Paul Prudhomme was even known there.

Saturday 10:00 AM PDT Breakfast.

Typical weekend breakfast. English muffins, ham, and poached eggs.

She and I had a chance to get out and see some of the Island. We went to a Local Seafood Market and Farmer's market. We bought a bunch of stuff for a planned special meal for the next day. We even managed to visit a winery.

Saturday 4:00 PM PDT Wedding.

Outside, overlooking a pond. The Groom and groomsmen in Navy Dress Whites.

Saturday 4:30 PM PDT Reception.

The reception was in a renovated barn, just steps away from the wedding. An early evening and great nights sleep.

Sunday 10:00 PM PDT Breakfast.

Typical weekend breakfast. English muffins, ham, and poached eggs.

We spent much of the day simply exploring the area around our house, walking the pebble beach and enjoying the views.

After Lunch we took a driving tour of the island visiting several picturesque touristy little towns and their shops. Including a trip to the north end go the island and Deception Pass State Park.


Sunday 6:00 PM PDT Dinner.

Fresh pacific salmon, poached in Whidbey Island wine and fresh dill. With a fresh herb salad, organic asparagus and more Whidbey Island Wine.

Monday 7:00 AM PDT Wakeup.

Monday 8:00 AM PDT Breakfast.

Typical weekend breakfast. English muffins, ham, and poached eggs.

Monday 9:00 AM PDT Leave the Cottage.

Reverse the arrival process.

Monday 9:30 AM PDT Board the Ferry.

Monday 11:00 AM PDT Arrive Sea-Tac Airport.

Monday 2:30 PM PDT Depart.

Monday 8:15 PM CDT Arrive DFW.

Monday 10:00 PM CDT Depart DFW.

Monday 11:30 PM CDT Arrive New Orleans.

Tuesday 1:00 AM CDT Go to Bed.

It was a very enjoyable trip. Went to work the next day.

Sunday, May 11, 2008

Mother's Day 2008

Today we had my mother-in-law and brother-in-law over for a late barbecue. The filets wrapped in bacon were great. She selected the meat and did the grilling.

I was reduced to preparing the salad, steaming the broccoli, making the bernaise sauce and preparing desert.

I particularly liked the desert. We had poached pears, served with ice cream, whipped cream and shaved chocolate. It turned out very well. It's also fairly easy as deserts go.

I saw my own mother last week. We visited her in her new apartment. She had recently relocated from rural East Texas to Dallas.

I want to live in her apartment. For a substantial rent she gets two meals a day. Lunch and dinner are served with a menu, white table cloths, and service on a par with many restaurants. She also has a reserved space for her car and "free" transportation anywhere within five miles. There is a major mall with a Nordstrum's directly across the street. Love Field is less that 20 minutes away. I could do that.

My mother spent the weekend with my sister, my sister's adopted daughter and her children in their new house . Everyone seems to have had a great time.

I also took my first swim of the season.

Monday, January 08, 2007

My Twelve Fourteen Days of Christmas

With Twelfth Night just past and the traditional start of the Carnival Season upon us I realized I had the twelve fourteen Days of Christmas this year.

It's the longest break we have had since long before August 2005. It's the longest time outside the city in 2006, and 2005 as well although that doesn't count. I returned relaxed and full of thoughts. While I was gone I had limited Internet access and little time for blogging. In my usual tardy manner I didn't write anything immediately so I'll try to recapture my thoughts over the next few days.

My Christmas Season (exclusive of preliminary shopping) starts with our office Christmas Luncheons, a tradition we have continued for 23 years now.

Day 1 Dec 21 Atlanta Christmas Lunch at Vinings Inn.
We enjoyed a very nice lunch in a small private room with a fireplace. Everyone was full of Christmas and Champagne. The day was marred only by the rush to the airport and the hordes of amateur travelers.
Day 2 Dec 22 New Orleans Christmas Lunch at Bayona.
Bayona was fabulous as always. Long my favorite restaurant, we usually can't have our lunch there because our lunch conflicts with their Christmas Party. Every few years though things work out. We had a nice visit with the people at Bayona, our first return there since before the thing. Unfortunately we discovered Andre had moved to Atlanta. Everyone was full of Christmas and Champagne and there was no plane to catch.
Day 3 Dec 23 Cleaning and Decorating
Elfing around the house, cleaning, decorating and wrapping presents.
Day 4 Dec 24 Christmas Eve Cooking and a Party.
Cooking for the Party and cooking for Christmas diner Christmas Day. We visited with family at her Uncles that evening. A great time was had by all. We opened our presents after we got home, She did very well.
Day 5 Dec 25 Christmas Dinner 5 family members.
A Traditional Christmas Dinner with family. Turkey, candied yams, oyster/crab meat/artichoke/eggplant dressing, pumpkin tarts and Retsina with the Smoked Turkey. Retsina with Turkey is another of our peculiar holiday traditions. Try it you may like it.

Day 6 Dec 26 Six hours of work and packing.
A light day at the office. A few loose ends to wrap up and a trip to the bank. Calm quiet with almost no phone calls. Home to pack and wash several loads of dishes.
Day 7 Dec 27 Fly and Drive to Key West.
An 8:30 AM Flight to FLL. We pick up our yellow Mustang convertible for the drive to Key West. Along the way we meet up with friends in Marathon for drinks. Sitting at the bar we realize that we haven't eaten all day and ordered some food. Checked into The Southernmost Hotel, had a drink at their Tiki Bar and Diner at Duffy's in Key West.
Day 8 Dec 28 Duval Crawl; Sunset Obscured; Red Fish Blue Fish.
We spent the day exploring Key West on foot. A lot of shopping, very little buying. We visited the Duval Beach Club and tried to go to the Sunset Celebration, the cruise ships were in the way. The sunset is better and quieter at the Duval Beach Club, I have pictures. We ended up at Red Fish Blue Fish in Mallory Square for diner.
Day 9 Dec 29 Museums; Cafe Sole.
Key West Museums are expensive, the going rate is $11 per person. We passed on the Lighthouse Museum and visited Hemingway House, which even without him would have been the museum highlight. It's an 1850's West Indian style house, not unlike some here. The Truman Little White House is interesting and provided a view of Key West in the late forties and early fifties.

A friend of ours recommended Cafe Sole. They were right the food was fabulous. It made a great 33rd Wedding Anniversary diner.
Day 10 Dec 30 Dry Tortugas National Park
The Dry Tortugas are a group of islands 70 mile west of Key West. Accessible only by seaplane or boat. We chose the Fast Cat II, a catamaran. Unfortunately the seas were fairly rough, 6-9 feet we were told. The ride was less that comfortable. We probably should have taken the larger Yankee Freedom II.

The island was wonderful. The weather was perfect. There are seabirds, snorkeling, a better beach than any on Key West and a Civil War era brick fort. The ride back sucked worse than the ride over, for the first hour. The final hour was beautiful flat seas and a gorgeous sunset. After landing we went straight to the White Tarpon for a Drink.
Day 11 Dec 31 La Te Da; Dem Saints; The Wench Drop.
She wanted breakfast, unfortunately on Days 8 & 9 we overslept. On Day 10 we decided to pass. That was a good decision. We went to La te da, a Cabaret, Bar Hotel which serves brunch till one. We saw it during our walk about and decided to go in honor of a friend of our who used to have that one her license plate. We got there about 11. Unfortunately the bar can't open till noon on Sunday. The food was good anyway.

One of the things we did on our first day was to scout out sports bars to watch the Saints. We settled on Fogarty's, sort an indoor outdoor place, which I understand used to be a Hooter's. It's much improved from that. For some reason on Sunday it wasn't very crowded and we sat at the corner of the bar with a few other die hard NFL fans and watched the game. The Carolina fans had a good time but no one got too excited.

We took a nap getting ready for the big night.

We decided to wander up Duval Street Sunday evening. We went past the Bourbon Street Pub where a Drag Queen is dropped in a Ruby Slipper at midnight. There is a show on a stage in the street. Past Sloppy Joe's where they Drop a Conch Shell at midnight and on to the Schooner Wharf Pirate Wench Drop. We were told that this was the least rowdy, most local celebration. It is also most removed from the crowd of Duval Street, located in the harbor area.

We never made it to the Schooner Wharf we stopped just short of it at the White Tarpon, and She got us private catered New Years Eve, complete with Champagne, stemware, cheese and crackers. We did watch the Wench descend the mast from a distance.

After Midnight we took a pedicab back to our hotel. The pedaler was a young Brazilian law student in the US for several months working on some kind of work exchange program. He was excited we were his first ride of the 2007.
Day 12 Jan 1 Lunch with friends in Key Largo and the Miami Skyline.
On our way out of the Keys we had arranged to see our friends again for a New Year's Day Lunch. We met at their hotel in Key Largo and went to another resort where we supposedly had reservations. There was some kind of mix up and we rode around for a while looking for a place to eat lunch. It s was s sort of minor adventure. In the end we got to toast the New Year with our friends and headed on to Miami.

One part of the Orange Bowl Festivities is what they called this year Fan Fest. In previous years it was held on the beach in Hollywood and called The Beach Bash. This year it was held Park on Miami's Biscayne Bay. The Park is located in the midst of a major construction site and since we had been driving for a while and since it was nearing 5 o'clock we decided to pass. In past years we had never spent much time at the Party, it was a sort of freebie thrown into to our ticket package, along with the tailgate party and a parking pass.

After checking into our hotel in Hollywood we decided to hit the boardwalk and see what had changed what was new and get some dinner.

Our first stop was Nick's Bar and Grill on the boardwalk, where we discovered Oysters and Perone. For some reason Raw Oysters go especially well with Perone. I don't know why.

On to Taverna Opa, another Hollywood tradition, although one which might be ending. We discovered Taverna Opa several years ago on our way to South Beach and keep returning. Unfortunately they seem to be concentrating on expanding with restaurants in South Beach, Fort Lauderdale, Tampa and soon Las Vegas. It seems to have gotten louder and less spontaneous. The food is still good.
Day 13 Jan 2 Rain and the Orange Bowl.
The game day had arrived, we planned to sleep late, pre pack spend some time at the pool or on the beach. Unfortunately for the only time the weather didn't cooperate. The forecast was 30% chance of rain, the same as for Key West. We had only a couple of short showers in Key West so we weren't worries. We decided to start the day with a walk on the beach and a Perone and Oyster Brunch.

We made it to Nick's but on the way back we got caught in a serious downpour. We took refuge in the Tiki Bar at the Riptide Hotel, one of the classic Hollywood Beach boardwalk hotels. When we got back to our hotel, it was still threatening rain. The hotel had picked up all of the towels and other stuff left by the pool so we had to retrieve our stuff.

It was almost time to leave for the Tailgate party, so umbrellas in hand we are headed off. We went to the Sheraton Yankee Clipper and had dinner, hoping the weather would clear. We got rained on and lost in Miami Gardens. It took almost until game time to get to the stadium and get parked. We made it just in time for the pre-gram show and the game was great. I'm looking forward to next year.
Day 14 Jan 3 14 Dirty Socks.
Traveling for 14 days left us with a lot of dirty clothes to pack. Fortunately our flight left in the afternoon and we had plenty of time to pack, check out and return the car. Our trip home was uneventful.

Tuesday, December 26, 2006

I love Christmas

I have always loved Christmas. It is a time of joy and giving. A time for family and friends. A time even the unreligious can enjoy a winter festival and contemplate the meaning in life. A time to prepare for a New Year with hope and determination.

The first Christmas we moved into our now flooded house, I covered the front of the house with lights, including a giant tapestry of crawling, blinking, sequenced lights. I said it was so people could find the place but I just wanted to do it. In that now empty house we hosted several Christmas Eve parties for far flung family and friends. We have many memories.

Every Year we have gathered family and friends and exchanged gifts and good cheer. Often we hear for far away friends who, while not exactly forgotten are, in the press of time and the hustle of life, not often remembered either.

This year we took it easy. Just the Mother in Law, Brother in Law and Nephew joined us for a traditional Christmas dinner in our temporary condo. Christmas Eve was spent with a much reduced Family at Her Uncle's house, but her uncle has not yet been able to return to his home from exile in Texas, due to health care problems. Hopefully he will return shortly after the New Year.

After our Christmas Eve party, back in our temporary residence we exchanged gifts and talked of relatives and friends who have moved on. Children of friends we have known since childhood, now raising their own children. It doesn't seem that long ago. People no longer in New Orleans. She asked me what we did last year.

In the the aftermath of the flood we were trying to put our affairs in order. We didn't get together with family because they were spread across several states, with no home completely unscathed and ready to host the crowd. I don't even think we exchanged gifts between the two of us. I honestly can't remember Christmas at all.

This year was a whole lot better. Maybe next year will almost normal.

Sunday, December 24, 2006

Ho Ho Ho

Have a Very Merry Christmas

Wednesday, December 06, 2006

The Saints Go Marching In.


I had planned a post prior to the Saints game, unfortunately I was not able to be in that number. I will probably post it before the next home game.

Last Thursday while I was in Atlanta I got a call from my sister. My Dad had been taken to the hospital. I started figuring out how to get from Atlanta to East Texas. I was a little disappointed to be missing the Saints game.

Whenever I think of the Saints, both the song and the team I usually think of the my Dad. My Dad came late to New Orleans. He moved here in 1965 to help build the Union Carbide plant in Taft. I was just starting high school. We got here just in time for Hurricane Betsy. Almost all of our furniture was destroyed when the storage warehouse flooded. Welcome to the coast.

My first Saints game was the very first Saints game. We attended almost all of the home games while I lived in New Orleans. I spent many Sunday afternoons in the end zone of old Tulane Stadium with my brother and my Dad. When I left for college I continued to follow the Saints. Going to LSU I came home frequently and still attended many games, until the rest of the family moved to Puerto Rico the next year. After I graduated we moved away for a while but I still followed the Saints, of course She is a much bigger fan than I am. When we moved back to New Orleans for good a few years later She and I started going to the games again this time with her father. He was another "plank owner" having held his tickets since the beginning. We eventually took over two of his seats.

Before I could finish my travel arrangements, my sister called back. My Dad was gone. Suddenly, unexpectedly.

When he lived here my Dad loved to go to Preservation Hall. He loved tradition, all sorts of traditions. He recognized the value of them. He also recognized the value of passing tradition to the next generation. He often took families with children to Preservation Hall early in the evening to sit on the floor and listen to the music.

The family gathered from around the country. Lately we only seem to gather at times like this. What started as a sad occasion became a remembrance of a life well lived, a man and his family.

We played the Saints at the end of his service.

Wednesday, November 29, 2006

They Say It's Her Birthday


Notable Birthdays November 29


Dagmar was born on November 29, 1921


Louisa May Alcott was born on November 29, 1832


Busby Berkeley was born on November 29, 1895

C.S. Lewis was born on November 29, 1898


Howie Mandel was born on November 29, 1955

It's Her Birthday Too, Yeah

Tuesday, November 28, 2006

A New Thanksgiving Tradition

I have been trying to eliminate the unhealthy parts of traditional dishes from the Thanksgiving menu. One of my targets was the ubiquitous canned cranberry sauces, either chunky or regular. I like the taste and cranberries themselves are healthy, but the canned stuff has way too much sugar added.

I've tried several things but never been entirely successful. This year I was. I made a no sugar added cranberry gelatin mold and it was a hit, even with my non-health conscious relatives.

Your Mominem's Satsuma/Cranberry Mold
  • One bag of fresh cranberries
  • One cup of Splenda
  • One package of Knox gelatin
  • Three Louisiana Satsumas
  • One quarter cup of chopped walnuts
  1. Peal the Satsumas, separate the sections and clean. Set the cleaned sections aside.
  2. Heat cranberries in four cups of water until boiling.
  3. While the cranberries heat, blend the powdered gelatin into one cup of cold water in large mixing bowl.
  4. As soon as the cranberries come to a boil blend the mixture into the mixing bowl with the gelatin mixture.
  5. Mix the cranberries gelatin and Splenda gently until the gelatin is completely dissolved.
  6. Cool the mixing bowl in a larger bowl or kitchen sink filled with cold water.
  7. When the mixture reaches approximately room temperature gently fold in Satsuma sections and walnuts.
  8. Transfer to molds if desired and refrigerate until hardened (at least 3 hours).
  9. To serve, release gelatin by placing the mold in hot water.

If anyone tries it please let me know how you like it.

Monday, November 27, 2006

Life, Remeberance and Katrina

Last week my Aunt died after a long illness. She was my mother's sister and a wonderful woman. When I was a child all of my mother's family lived in the same town and we saw each other frequently. I grew up seeing my cousins almost weekly.

Over the years the family dispersed to different parts of the country, so I haven't seen her much in the last several years. I last saw her at a family reunion in South Carolina which was disrupted by Hurricane Ivan so many people couldn't make it.

I consider myself lucky, both my of parents are still living and in relatively good health. That is a blessing.

At times like this we always reflect on life and this time is no different. I remember things.

One thing I remembered is something my parents did when my father retired. They sold their big two story house near Houston and bought a new smaller one story house in a small East Texas town away from the coast. I never have understood how they came to pick the town they picked.

The strategy was sound. They used the equity in their old house to entirely pay for a smaller new house better suited to their needs as they would grow older. They also eliminated a mortgage payment, freeing up a significant part of their retirement income. As Betsy survivors (they lost almost all of their furniture) they wanted to be safe from hurricanes, so they moved away from the coast. Not quite far enough it turns out, Rita left them without power for a week and a tree fall on their house.

It occurs to me that many people in New Orleans and along the Gulf Coast will now never be able to do what my parents did. They have lost the equity they had built up over many years and are now saddled with substantial new debt, in the form of low interest SBA Disaster Loans. I don't see how people of ordinary means can overcome that.

Sunday, September 03, 2006

Excursion: East Texas

My parents live in East Texas. We usually visit them a few times a year. Since August 29, 2005, we had not be able to visit and they were not able to accommodate us. We decided to make a trip on Memorial Day weekend.

Driving over Saturday morning wasn't too bad, just the same old I-10. One thing I wanted to show Her was the (relatively) new Texas Welcome Station. It's really something.

The whole building is raised on stilts and the rear opens to very nice vistas of the Blue Elbow Swamp wetlands. There is even an elevated walk over the wet lands. We stopped and took a walk around.


Next time you head that way I suggest you stop, take a walk and get a Texas Map and Travel Guide. They're free and well worth the cost.

My parents and I have a somewhat shared experience, hurricane damage. You see they were in the path of Hurricane Rita. Just as I was dealing with my house being flooded they had a pine tree dropped on their house. While we shared the Betsy experience I didn't really get it then but I do now. Luckily, their damage wasn't too bad. They had a some roof damage, a branch poked a hole in their bedroom ceiling.

By Memorial Day it was all fixed and when we got there no damage was evident. The roof had been replaced, the ceiling patched and painted.

We had a nice visit.

Heading back I decided to stop at the Louisiana Welcome Station a pick up a free map and compare travel guides. While She drove I studied the map and noticed a small circle on the map labeled Holly Beach!

More to come ...

Friday, August 18, 2006

Adrian, Adrian

I don't think I ever knew anyone named Adrian.


For the longest time I associated the name with Sylvester Stallone's character Rocky Balboa in "Rocky" imitating Marlin Brando as Stanley Kowalski in Tennesse Williams' "A Streetcar Named Desire".

Lately I associate it with Tony Shalhoub's Adrian Monk.
It's a jungle out there
Disorder and confusion everywhere
No one seems to care. Well I do.
Hey, who's in charge here?
It's a jungle out there
Poison in the very air we breathe
Do you know what's in the water that you drink?
Well I do, and it's amazing
People think I'm crazy, 'cause I worry all the time
If you paid attention, you'd be worried too
You better pay attention
Or this world we love so much might just kill you
I could be wrong now, but I don't think so. It's a jungle out there

She calls me Monk all the time, just because I like to line my peas up on the plate or something.

Monday, July 24, 2006

Barbecue

She loves to barbecue. Unusual since burning meat outside is usually viewed as a male predilection. She's one of the few women I know who likes to cook on the barbecue grill. We are barbecue purists, we believe in charcoal under a simple grill.

One of the first things we recovered when we got back home was our Weber grill. We had moved it inside as precaution against wind damage. Unfortunately we failed to anticipate the three and one half feet of water in our house. It survived the flood, without apparent damage except for some minor rust. The Weber seemed just fine to me but She was initially concerned it was 'contaminated'. Since it was a cherished object of veneration, complete with burnt offerings we set it aside to contemplate later.

After I moved into the trailer I decided that I could clean it off and try to use it again. I hosed it down inside and out. I think that got all of the seriously bad stuff out of it (if there actually was any to begin with). I decided that since "cooking it kills it" if I set fire to the thing with lots of charcoal and lighter fluid, I'd be OK.

It's worked so far.

Every time She comes to town we burn some ribs usually with sausage and occasionally chicken breasts. Our repertoire is a little limited because we like ribs so much, and there is no better way to fix them than to smoke them slowly over a covered charcoal fire until the meat separates from the bone, almost by itself.

Another advantage to cooking outside is it dramatically increases the living area we have available. An eight by thirty by seven foot high box is just a little confining. Fortunately we were able to set our trailer in the back yard, so we aren't out on the street when we cook out.

Last weekend we discovered a new living area. We have finally cleaned out out the carport enough so that we can park our cars in it. With all of the thundershowers Saturday and Sunday we moved the Weber into the carport and fired it up. As it turns out the weather cleared and we had a very pleasant afternoon/evening.

Now if I could only figure out how to work the awning on the trailer.