Category: Life Is A Spell

There lots of links in the post. Let’s give it up for that guy invented the hyperlink.

I linked to my father’s website in my last post and then poked around the site for a bit. Many of the presentations that he had linked to no longer work in Safari. Some wouldn’t work in Chrome either so Peggi and I tracked down the original Keynote files from 2012 and generated new html pages. We started with the slides from the talk my father gave to the New Jersey Engineering Society in Montclair New Jersey, something my brother, Mark, had arranged. The presentation tracks his engineering work for Kodak and UR. The work he did at the Art Deco Hawkeye plant was top secret.

By chance this morning’s paper had an article about the city securing the site due to increasing criminal activity, Kodak is bankrupt and the current owner, Phoenix Investors, a Milwaukee-based real estate investment firm, acquired the property through a bankruptcy auction after the previous owner, WBS Capital, defaulted and the lender foreclosed.

I worked B trick in Hawkeye one summer as a janitor. We were assigned a route and then found a place to play cards until it was time to punch out. My father was working on a top-secret aerial reconnaissance mission for the U.S. government during the Cold War. The project, known as “Bridgehead” produced lenses and film for cameras that flew over Russia to see where they might have tanks, bombs, munition plants, planes and troops.

While looking for my father’s original files I came across the drawing above that my father sent to my brother, Mark, in 1970 when he was in prison for smoking a joint. I had cracked up, totaled it turn out, the family VW Bug while he was sitting in jail. I wrote about the accident back in 2013. I never saw this drawing above until my brother gave it to me to put in the display case of an art show. I am amazed at how my father was able to visually present a story he heard from me (the accident.) One detail my father left out though was that the guy I hit was a famous mobster’ Sammy G. Gingillo. He was killed in 1978 when a bomb was detonated as sat down in his car parked outside Ben’s Cafe Society downtown. I read a great book about the Rochester mob written by Georgia Durante, Sammy’s girlfriend. Sammy was killed in 1978 when a bomb was detonated as he entered his car, which was parked outside Ben’s Cafe Society.

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The temperature dropped into the mid twenties last night and ushered in our first snow. And when the thermometer rose above 32 this morning all the leaves dropped from our red maple. At the same time the witch hazel in our backyard is in full bloom. We just picked a batch of Padrón peppers yesterday but I’ll bet the plants have shriveled up today. The kale and collards can handle it and the Mache lettuce seems to love this weather. We will pick another batch of that over the weekend when temperature climbs back into the fifties.

We’re not panicking. We’re just not ready yet.

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It was cold, windy and rainy on Halloween so we didn’t have a single trick or treater. We were ready. I bought a sixteen dollar bag of mini Snickers, M&Ms and Twixt candies at Walgreen that afternoon. The candy was already 25% off.

Today, All Saints Day, is a day of obligation for Catholics. I have a tiny twinge of longing for those rituals.

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Autumn is wrapped in melancholy. We haven’t put on our storms but we’ve already had a few fires. We’re watching a little more tv too. Criterion had a Scorsese thing going and we had just finished “Alice Doesn’t Live Here Anymore” when along comes the Apple documentary on him. Each episode is so jam packed we could only do one a day.

Jumping from the kid who seemed so real in “Alice” to the kid in Netflix’s “Adolescence” illustrates how times have changed. The series is fabulous until the very end where the dad tries to explain himself. Adolescence looked even more brilliant coming after “Black Rabbit” which had every reason to be good but instead felt empty. A big budget, big actors and directors (Jude Law, Jason Bateman, Laura Linney) and a dramatic thriller of a story but no soul. They manufactured an intense pace with quick cuts and twist while Adolescence got real with hardly any cuts.

Looking forward to this weekend’s “El Clásico.”

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We’ve walked by these red maples for years and never noticed the ones sharing a branch. It is hard to tell which tree is growing into which. The shared branch is about fifteen feet up and we’re usually distracted by the invasive Angelica growing below. Now that we have spotted it we stop and stare for a while. Still wondering which tree initiated the contact.

We ran into Steve Piotrowski in the park this morning. He was looking for Trott Lake. He must have spotted it on a map to the side of Log Cabin Road but the road is closed to cars for that stretch so we suggested he park by the cops that were hanging out. We guessed correctly that he might be about to do some plein-air painting. But not plein-air painting, plein-air “drawing.” Steve told us he had often wondered why his paintings, most done from photos, didn’t really look like the locations and he figured out that the photos were distorting the depth in the settings. So he now does the sketches en plein-air and then paints at home.

Finally, this Sunday we found ourselves in a situation where we could listen to WAYO’s “Up On The Roof” and “Fantastic Voyage.” Heard “Bull Fight” by Cappy Lewis for the first time in our lives!

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Matthew’s text read, “Wow. Crazy Madrid Derby!” He knows not to give away too much. We usually watch La Liga matches from ESPN’s “On Demand” section, hours or days after they were played live. We follow the two big Madrid clubs and when they meet – our allegiance is solidly in Atletico’s camp. Matthew knows this so how should we have read Matthew’s text?

I took it to mean there were a few goals and the match went back and forth and maybe it ended in a draw. We were overjoyed to see Atletico win 4-2, Real’s first loss of the season. The following day we watched Barcelona beat San Sebastian’s team and move ahead of Madrid into first place. Following that we watched Barca and PSG meet early in the Champions League and we reacquainted ourselves with the idea that Paris is still the best team in the world.

We were reading how octopus, a favorite dish in Spain and Portugal. is now in abundance off the coast of England, a consequence of global warming. Lyme disease didn’t used to be in the Adirondacks either. Our friend got that this summer. We spent the afternoon pulling invasive plants on our property. Garlic mustard, wisteria, black swallowwort, euonymus (burning bush) and the poisonous snakeroot. We suit up for that. And we took our last swim of the year to wash the ticks off. Temperatures are expected to reach into the eighties this weekend.

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I have always marveled the way our friends choose to live – for the past thirty years or so, off the grid. I would not choose to live that way but I admire it, not just the small footprint but its purity, a minimalism that opens your senses to overwhelming beauty.

Maybe it was a just a confluence of annoying appointments this summer, doctors etc. – it seems anything would be an intrusion in this idyllic setting – but not all years in the woods are the same. Maybe it is Father Time rattling his scythe. We are close in age and that is top of mind. Maybe it the outside stepping on their toes. Tech advances do not lift all boats.

For now, the local libraries are still stocked with the classics of literature. Infinite Jest is still on their shelf at home and mushroom reference books are at the ready. There is plenty of wood for winter.

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It is a five hour trip to Crown Point if you take the back roads. We left after our first cup of coffee, had one more on the road and then stopped midway in Canastota near Cicero at Flo’s Diner. How could we not stop there? A low slung building from the 50s with outdoor seating and giant white hen standing by the road. Only after pulling over did I see the sign that read “Home of the 10¢ Coffee. I just had to google where is the cent key is on my keyboard in order to type that last sentence – that’s how old- fashioned this place is.

Inside. the space was huge with tables in two dining rooms and most of them were full. We sat at the long counter. Desserts, that looked like they were made in someone’s home, lined the counter, the way the tapas are displayed in Spanish restaurants. And copies of newspapers were there for customer to read.

The chalkboard behind us listed the day’s specials. “Biscuits, Sausage and Gravy” caught our eye. The woman who was smoking a cigarette outside when we arrived waited on us. We asked if we could split an order and we each had a cup of coffee. We paid for our lunch at the end of counter. The total was $6.40. I put the change from a ten dollar bill in the big coffee can next to the cash register. I took a picture of Peggi standing next to the big chicken before we drove off.

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My desktop computer started acting funny. Wouldn’t search for files, windows from different apps would interleave, so my pallets from Photoshop would be on top of browser windows, that sort of thing. I ordered a new one and tracked the delivery. It was in China one day and at my front door two days later. Because I didn’t want to migrate my problems from on machine to the next I chose to set it up as new and reinstall all my apps. It has been a mess for days but I am coming up for air to post something. I’m not going to talk about comedians getting canceled but I am thinking about it.

We got to Scott McCarney’s lecture a little late. We were walking along the lake. He was already in the post-presentation, taking-questions-from-the-audience phase. Pretty impressive, the number of people that came out at two in the afternoon on a gorgeous last of summer day. We will watch his presentation when Flower City Arts Center posts it to YouTube.

We knew quite a few of the people there, that’s the way it works in Rochester, so we hung around afterward talking. Elizabeth, who bought our house in the city twenty years ago, told us she was painting the house so we drove by on our way home. It is a bold butter yellow, bold for Rochester. Ethylene was out front of her house, on the corner, showing her garden to a friend. We slowed to a crawl to say hello but Ethylene wanted to give us a hug so we stopped. Peggi and I were both thinking the same thing. “Did her husband, Willie, pass away?” We both breathed a sigh of relief when she pointed to a wilting plant and said, “Willie must have forgotten to water that .” And just like that he appeared. We talked about the old neighbors and the new and for the next hour we felt like we had never moved away.

Street performances happen all the time in European countries. Ours are reserved for the Fringe Festival. Last night the Italian aerialists, eVenti Verticali, performed downtown at Parcel 5. An inflatable orb was suspended from a large crane, hoisted into the air behind a triumphant musical score while acrobats swung from wires while creating time-lapse like flower formations in and around the orb. It was rather sensational.

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We dropped Steve off at the airport yesterday and slept for more than ten hours last night. It was the tail end of a string of visitors and we enjoyed every bit of it. Duane was up for a wedding and we spent a few days with him without ever getting down to the pool. The weather changed when my brother and his wife drove up from NJ so we did get to spend some quality time at the pool. They let their dog out at night and then fell back asleep so we woke up early to search the neighborhood. Our niece drove up from NYC and got here hours after Steve. She slept on the couch and Steve slept in the basement. We all went out to my brother, Fran’s, house for his annual corn roast. The star of this show is his ribs but the corn, soaked in the husks in a large barrel and then roasted over a wood fire, was the best corn I have ever had in my life.

Steve was my college roommate and the best man at our wedding. Bluffed my way through high school. Could have graduated after my junior year but was having way to much fun and I was determined to apply myself as a college freshman. Steve was already a junior. He put a big homemade stereo speaker on my desk. He had a car, a white Barracuda with and 8-track player. He wrote an English paper for me (sci-fi themed of course) and I got my highest grade. My agenda went out the window. I needed a fresher course in Hoy.

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We stopped in Stephen Merritt’s backyard gallery for a show with Maureen Church and Sari Gaby. Of course there was plenty of Merritt’s work there as well. Maureen paints mostly en plein air these days, lots of beautiful river scenes. And Sari had some gorgeous charcoal drawings based on Edward Curtis’s photos of Native Americans. Mostly we talked.

We stopped at Herrema’s on the way home to pick up a few things and decided to leave the car in the lot and take a walk. We were trying decide whether to walk across the street and down to Shumway’s Marina or to walk in the other direction up the river toward the city. We opted for the later. I know the City has been talking forever about developing the trails along the river but I think they are fine just the way they are. Sort of Huckleberry Finn country with the river to your right and glimpses of people’s funky backyards to your left. We even came across an old tire attached to a rope and tied to an oak limb above us.

We’re sitting on our porch in the dark as I finish this entry and we can hear Joan Jett playing in a tent down at the lake. En plein air.

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The good thing about most of the saints is their legends were created when people weren’t so fussy about the facts and science and all that. They let their imaginations run wild and over time the myths become accepted as articles of faith.

Today is the feast day of Saint James, one of Jesus’s twelve apostles. He is credited with bringing Christianity to the Iberian peninsula so today is a national holiday in Spain. James left town after Christ’s ascension (a whopper) and traveled to Hispania (modern day Spain and Portugal) to preach the Gospel. He had limited success and eventually returned to Jerusalem, where he was beheaded by King Herod Agrippa in 44 AD (Acts 12:1–2). Nothing gets you sainthood quicker than a beheading. After his martyrdom his disciples placed his body in a stone boat and set it adrift (a stone boat!). Guided by divine forces it floated to the Galician coast in northwestern Spain, where he was buried. In the 9th century, as Christians tried to drive the Moors out of the country, Saint James was said to have appeared on a white horse, wielding a sword. He led the Christians to victory and became known as “Santiago Matamoros,” the patron saint of driving a sect out of the country.

For centuries now admirers and non believers alike walk the Camino de Santiago leading to Santiago de Compostela. Peggi and I walked from Saint-Jean-Pied-de-Port in the French Pyrénées to Santiago de Compostela and then on to Muxía on the western coast. Vieiras, scallop shells, were the symbol of the camino as the grooves in the shell meet at a focal point (representing the many different paths to Santiago de Compostela). Scallop shells were used by pilgrims as eating and drinking utensils.

Peggi found a Saint James scallops recipe online. We planned to have our first batch of pimientos de Padron this year but we left them in the refrigerator. We had some Spanish wine, Campo Viejo, and green salad from our garden. We celebrated the feast day of Santiago with a feast.

Saint James is credited with bringing Christianity to the Iberian peninsula. One of Jesus’s twelve apostles, he left town after Christ’s ascension. He traveled to Hispania to preach the Gospel. He had limited success and eventually returned to Jerusalem, where he was beheaded by King Herod Agrippa in 44 AD (Acts 12:1–2).

Today is his feast day. around the time of the Christian Reconquest, St. James also appeared alongside the Christian army to fight with them against the Moors.

Here is Chat GPT’s visual depiction of this myth.”

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Forty-nine years ago we had some out of town guests at our apartment on Dartmouth. We partied and Rich and Steve slept on the floor. Norm and Pam probably stayed out at Norm’s parents. Dave and Kim probably stayed out with his parents. Jim and Jan stayed at a hotel. All traveled from Bloomington, Indiana to celebrate our wedding with us. Three of Peggi’s high school friends came from Detroit. Brad and John Gilmore and Bob were all living here. We had a non-denominational service at Colgate Divinity School chaple and then a reception at the University Club on Broadway. We hired a Dixieland band that we had heard in a funky bar on Lake Avenue. We tied the knot after a few years of cohabitating.

I quit my job a few days before the wedding. I was working as a carpenter, roughing new houses, for about a year and a half. My boss, Salvatore Caramana, couldn’t believe that I was quitting before getting married. “Who quits their job before getting married?” I did miss that job. It was so intense, a three man crew framing houses in three days. Someone would call out “wall going up” and we’d drop everything and help lift a new wall. One of us would always go to a deli and bring back lunch. Sal always wanted “butt capicola.” “Make sure you tell them butt capicola, no oil, no mayo.” He would put that down with Genny Cream Ale from his truck and follow it up with a Lucky Strike. We took a three week honeymoon and I found a commercial art job.

We celebrated our anniversary by taking a walk with our niece and two of her kids. They were in town from Colorado. We had some lunch and then went down to the pool. I taught the youngest how to do a can opener.

Peggi and I went downtown for the Good Trouble protest. We stopped in to see my sister working behind the jewelry counter in Parkleigh. We parked at the end of Monroe and joined a big group at Parcel 5. A dj was playing music and then a few people gave a a pep talk of sorts. The group then marched down Main Street to State and then up to the big parking lot where this John Lewis mural is. There was a pretty good drum section pounding out rhythms behind chants like “This is what democracy looks like.” And then some fiery speakers. The group took a different route back to Parcel 5. I thought was a nice touch.

From there Peggi and I walked over to Rocco’s, our favorite restaurant. We sat out on the patio and had a bottle of Primitivo wine, octopus and pesto, grilled radicchio and gnocchi with ricotta, trumpet mushrooms and lamb. Mark, the owner told us the meal was on him. Our waitress said, “It doesn’t get any better than that.” And then added, “or maybe it will later on.”

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Here I was cheering on Chelsea in the opening minutes of the Club World Cup final only because I thought they were going to give the favorites, Paris Saint Germain, a good game. Our favorite players, Vitinha, Kvaratskhelia, Fabián, Dembélé could not even get their game started. Despite PSG having two thirds of the possession Chelsea walked all over them. It was baffling.

I think the president jinxed the whole thing. Water works for a few minutes and on with the summer.

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I took this photo a few days ago when it wasn’t a holiday weekend and the temperature was quite a bit cooler. Today this beach and the shoreline for miles to the left would be jam packed. We can hear the motorboats and the music from our house. I took a photo near here on the 4th a few years back that shows a group roasting a whole pig.

We didn’t make it down to the beach today. We got a walk in and stopped at the garden but we had two soccer matches to watch, the last two of the quarter finals of the Club World Cup. The tournament is taking place in the US and for the first time a few US clubs were participating. Miami with Messi even got out of the group stage but US soccer is not there yet. Real Madrid is the only Spanish team left and they won today. A funny thing happened while we watched Paris Saint-Germain beat our favorite Spanish teams and eventually win the Champions League. We fell in the love with the team. The way they pass, attack the ball and clearly enjoy playing the game. They play like a real team and that makes this squad better than they were when they had the three superstars, Messi, Neymar and Mbappé.

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We listened to Cal Zone’s Brian Wilson tribute today, a bit of catch-me-up. We had already done our personal deep dive with a short stack of Beach Boys 45s and then along comes yet another article about Brian. This one by Rob Tannenbaum and it gets right to the heart of the reason for our mourning. Reading this short list slowly (and calling to mind the gorgeous melodies and harmonies) was particularly moving.

"The decisive evidence of Wilson's genius is his melancholy work: "In My Room," "Don't Worry Baby," "I Just Wasn't Made for These Times," "Til I Die" (written, Wilson said, while he was "depressed and preoccupied with death"), "Caroline, No," "The Warmth of the Sun" (written the night President John F. Kennedy was killed), the celestial "God Only Knows," sung perfectly by Carl."

Peggi and I played a respectable version of In My Room in the basement this afternoon.

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There is a rumor going around (I started it) that the new pope chose his name in honor of Leo Messi. Of course there were thirteen other popes named Leo and five of them are saints including Leo the Great (#1) who convinced Attila the Hun not to sack Rome. We are hoping he chose to follow Leo XIII and continue his support for social justice. It was not lost on my cousin who texted us the day he was nominated that he choose the name of her uncle, my father, who gave up on the idea that the church could reform in his lifetime. Pope Leo XIV also graduated from Villanova, my father’s alma mater.

When we were in Miami earlier this spring, visiting our nephew and his wife, we had dinner at their restaurant and our nephew sat down with us for a few minutes. We had heard that Messi had eaten at his restaurant and I couldn’t wait to ask where it was that Messi sat. Our nephew nodded to the seat right next to us.

Before El Clásico on Sunday the announcers were talking about how they couldn’t imagine how Barca could carry on when Messi left and then along comes Lamine Yamal. I know Barcelona was knocked out of the Champions League by Inter but they beat the pants off of Real Madrid and they are a pure joy to watch. Not just Yamal, Pedri and de Jong in the center, Raphinha and Lewandowski (when he’s fit) up front and Cubarsi, Kundi and Balde in the rear. There is plenty of life after Messi. We have a new pope. Fascism may be raising its head but I am still optimistic.

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I didn’t find this 14 year old link until we returned but I too was hoping to find some of the funky feel of the old Hawaii Five 0 show in Honolulu and I’m happy to report we found it. Even downtown Waikiki, which is mostly swallowed up with high rises, there are chickens roaming freely, a canal that seems to stop time in the middle of the city and the surf always just a stones throw away.

Unless I missed something the Kaimuki neighborhood seems like a great place to live. A citizens group is even trying save the Queen Theater. We had brunch in a restaurant near the Local General Store and walked around enough to get a feel for the place. It was raining in the mountains on the day we were there and depending on which way I faced the light was especially dramatic.

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Was it Waiahole that means, “to nourish with food, to nourish with love.” I’ve already forgotten. In two and half years Matthew has absorbed enough of Hawaiian culture, the history, the customs, and even bits of the native tongue, to be the perfect guide. And without exception the locals were disarmingly warm and friendly. Aloha is real.

We walked through the Royal Hawaiian, now surrounded by high rises, and out to the ocean. We took a group photo in front of the Don Hoh statue. Peggi sang “Hookilah” for us, one of her mom’s favorite songs. For my birthday we had oysters and French fries in the Sky Bar at sunset. Well, Matthew had the oysters. Peggi and I were a little squeamish.

In the morning, after coffee at Duke’s Place, Peggi and I walked along the canal that cuts through Waikiki. We walked one way the the first day and the other the next, covering the length and seeing quite a bit of the beautiful city.

We drove along the coast to the windward side of the island where we played in the surf, probably got too much sun, ate avocado sandwiches and drank lime seltzer. The following day we drove over the mountains and through a tunnel to the other side. Here in an isolated cove we sat under a rainbow umbrella, ate ahi poke and pickled onions that we purchased from a nearby shop. I bought a truckers hat in pink and orange that reads “Lei’d.” Peggi was telling Matthew and Louise about the snorkling sunburn I got in Cartagena. I tried to call up the photo but discovered we were off grid. 

After dinner on our last night the four of us had a drink at the outdoor lounge in our hotel’s courtyard. The bartender recommended a local rum, something that tasted like scotch. We hatched a plan for the next visit. We’ll stay at Louise and Matthew’s place and they will stay at our place, the White Sands Hotel, a block away.

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In our approach to HNL, the pilot, a proud native judging by his accent, pointed out “the tallest mountain in the world if measured from the ocean floor.” I was thinking that puts a new spin on how we measure things. It felt right flying United, the airline featured in nearly every episode of the original Hawaii Five-0. Matthew and Louise picked us up at the airport and just minutes later we were looking at the steps of the former palace that Steve McGarrett charged down in the dynamic opening of that show.

In Honolulu it feels like we’re halfway in an Asian country, Asians and Asian culture is everywhere, lots of exotic birds and flowers for iNaturist to figure out. We had dinner at a Japanese restaurant, ate seaweed and chatted the night away.

We went to the windward side of the island in the morning. Hang gliders floated above us as we and the surfers played in the turquoise water. I taught Louise “the dead man’s float.” She wasn’t convincing though. Peggi was worried the lifeguard would be alarmed but it felt so good getting thrown around by the waves.

Back in the condo the four of us watched Barcelona beat Real Madrid 3-2 in the last minute of overtime in the Copa del Rey.

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