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Saturday, December 17, 2011

The "SOMETHING PRETTY NEAT!" Story

It was an ordinary day. Just got finished voting for my photo. I assume I can do that. Well, I have entered another photographic contest. This one is sponsored by My Island Art which is an online store which sells art from and about many different islands in the Caribbean. The money from the sale of the art is used to help the I-Can Foundation to assist at-risk children from several Caribbean island nations. I recently announced that I had won a photo contest sponsored by SXM Travel Forum and someone sent me a comment telling me to check out the My Island Art photo contest. Because of the anonymous comment, I was able to get my photos entered a few days before it closed and was lucky enough to be one of the 6 finalists in the contest. The contest attracted exactly 100 photos from all over. The prize is a wooden jewelry box with the prize winning photo on the lid of the box. Pretty neat prize! Now, to get to the point .... I am giving you the website where you can vote and I am asking you to help me in the contest. Type in the following (http://blog.myislandart.com) and when the page opens, click on "IslandArt Blog". Once you open the site you will read about the contest and see the 6 final photos. Vote for your favorite, but keep me in mind as you vote. I must admit that the competition is amazing. I enjoy all of the photos. You have until midnight on December 23, 2011, EST to cast your vote. You can place your vote on that page or click the link and go to their Facebook page and give a thumbs-up to the photo of your choice. I have included the photos below for you to look at ahead of time. Thanks in advance for visiting the site and considering me for your vote. It was another extraordinary day in the life of an ordinary guy.

#1 - Lower Key, Florida - Barbie Wilson

#2 - Megan's Bay, St. Thomas - Bridget Skjordahl

#3 - Baie Rouge, St. Martin - Eileen Cocoran-Olsen

#4 - Trunk Bay, St. John - Jerry Goehring

#5 - St. Thomas - Justin Hamlin

#6 - Bathsheba, Barbados - Larry Woods

Friday, December 16, 2011

The "Good the 1st Time, Why Not Again?" Story

It was an ordinary day. Taking photos at the 2nd Annual Advent Art Show. Tonight is the opening of the show and there is a reception for all the participating artists. Last year the Parish Resource Center (PRC) of Lancaster, where my wife works, decided to have an art show. Was mildly successful, so a second go around was in order. The theme for this year's show, "A Thrill of Hope, the Weary World Rejoices," was drawn from the lyrics of "O Holy Night," a popular, deeply religious Christmas carol written in 1847 by Placide Cappeau de Roquemaure. My wife, Carol, thought it would be nice if I would enter a few items in the show. I searched through my workroom in the basement and found a stained glass window panel that had survived the recent flood except for the wooden frame. The panel had a Modrian approach to it which is a grid of vertical and horizontal lines and the use of primary colors, in this case blue and tints and hues of that color, within the lines. The lines being leaded. Within the patterned lines I inserted three scallop shells in no particular pattern. The namesake of our church in Lancaster is St. James who happened to be a fisherman so hence, the seashell. In our church we use the scallop shell when baptising someone and therefore a "Thrill of Hope" emerges. I know, I'm stretching it a bit, but you should have seen some of the artwork. The theme was certainly open to a lot of different interpretations. A whole lot! I had to replace the wooden frame on the glass panel because of water damage and used a metal channel to do that. I also cut a mat at the gallery where I work that had the words "a thrill of hope" cut out as well as six blocks for photos. I used my altered Polaroid prints of churches for those six openings. Turned out just "OK." Tonight there were 14 artists who participated. It was not a juried show, but just an exhibit of artist's work. Prices were placed on the artwork if for sale, but many chose just display the artwork. I placed a price tag on each of my pieces, just in case someone wanted to help me with the purchase of my Christmas gifts. As the artists entered the PRC tonight I took a photo of each next to their artwork. One artist happened to be the father of a student I had in class in the early 80s. Interesting talking to him and catching up on how his son is doing. The son happens to be employed in the graphics industry, which was what I taught. One of the artists was also in a local choir and she volunteered her group to perform at the showing tonight. Group of over 30 members, all dressed in black and of all ages. Known as "Music for Everyone's Community Chorus", and they sang selections of traditional and international music. They held a short practice session in another area of the PRC and shortly after 7:00 PM they performed. The first number was an Australian chant followed by a song from Israel. The third song was one written just for the choir and never performed before. The music had a very African type sound and beat to it. The director played a bongo during most of the arrangements. Plenty of motion, swaying, hand movements and arm motions helped to interpret the music. I enjoyed the constant bass beats of the drum,but could understand why others may not have enjoyed it. Hey, I was told they were going to be singing Christmas carols! The cookies and punch made the evening a big success for everyone involved. And, especially me since I sold my stained glass panel. Now Carol can have that extra special Christmas gift I was thinking about. It was another extraordinary day in the life of an ordinary guy. PS - photos from the top are: Entrance into the PRC before the artists arrived, Mr. Rob G. who was the father of a former student of mine, "Music for Everyone's Community Chorus" performing, one of the choir members, pix of LDub's stained glass panel with the very nice young woman who purchased it.

Thursday, December 15, 2011

The "fighting for four quarters even though the game's over" Story

It was an ordinary day. And here is my current take on the disgraceful mess in State College, PA. Jerry Sandusky, the accused pedophile, made everyone appear in court today and then decided he didn't want a preliminary hearing and told them he waived his right to the hearing and was ready for his arraignment in January. Those poor witnesses who had to make the trip to Bellefonte, PA for the preliminary hearing have to be angry. They went through all the stress of preparing for their testimony and now they can't face the accused to tell their side. On Sanduskey's exit from the courtroom he yelled to the reporters, "We're going to stay the course and fight for four quarters." Give up Jerry, the game's already over! And Joe, he up and broke his pelvis again. Maybe he thought he would get some more sympathy with the latest injury. You know, Sandusky is not Penn State! Even Paterno and football aren't Penn State. The students and alumni, they are Penn State! I recently read a story in the local newspaper written by Ryan Robinson who writes a weekly column. He is a graduate of Penn State and he is a little, no make that a lot, upset with all the negative publicity that Penn State is getting. He says, "It angers me that one person's actions can wreak heartbreak and other damage on so many people. The possibility of a cover-up at Penn State also sickens me. All that being said, the matter does not alter what it truly means to be a Penn Stater." I didn't even go to Penn State, but I feel bad for all those who did. How one man, and those who have covered up the disgrace he heaped on the school, can cause so much harm is such a shame. The present students and all those who have graduated in years past seem to be paying for his horrendous acts. While visiting our friends Jerry and Sue, who live in State College, one weekend a few years ago, we saw Joe walking on campus. We drove around the block to get another look at him. Would I do that today? You kidding me! For years Joe did things the right way and instilled moral values in his players and those he came in contact with. Too bad he didn't uphold those values in his own life. People can heap scorn on Sandusky and Paterno as well as everyone else involved in the cover-up, but please don't let that tarnish the name of Penn State. The students and alumni don't deserve that. Just remember their battle cry, "WE ARE PENN STATE!" And THEY truly are. It was another extraordinary day in the life of an ordinary guy.

Wednesday, December 14, 2011

The "My Favorite Font" Story

It was an ordinary day. Typing away on my computer at about 40 words per minute. How do I know that? When I took typing in high school in 1961 with Miss Morse, I was able to type 43 wpm without any mistakes, and I assume with age that I have slowed down a bit. As a senior in her course, I was allowed to use an IBM Selectric typewriter, while underclassmen in the class had to use a manual typewriter. Boy, my fingers just flew over those keys. Weren't supposed to look at the keyboard, but did manage a few quick peeks as I typed. Still do that today. Back then there were two font "balls" that you had to choose from in class. One was "Times Roman" and the other "Helvetica." When I started teaching Graphic Arts in the same high school, we set type by hand in a composing stick. By then we had a few more fonts to choose from, but they were all pieces of type housed in a California Job Case or drawer. I look back on those days and wonder how people ever survived with the technology we had at the time. Now when I open my word processing program, InDesign 5, I can choose from 178, yes 178, fonts available for use. Some are even in different languages. And, you don't even have to load a ball into the computer to be able to choose which one you want. Unbelievable! I also can still remember back to the late 80s and my first Macintosh computer. Choose the word processing program on the Mac and the default font was Geneva. Can still remember that. Typographers, or those who design typefaces, are having a field day. I think it all started with the calligraphy classes that were offered in colleges when the Macintosh first came out. It was just a mind-blowing revolution to be able to design your own font. And the Mac has been the reason for the revolution. Right now there's an avalanche of incredibly beautiful typefaces from all over the world that could only be designed on a Mac. Do you ever wonder what font I have chosen for my blog stories? Called Trebuchet! Choose it because it sounds French to me (trey•boo•shay) and reminds me of when I took French with Miss Nolan in high school. We all called her Shenna, Queen of the jungle. Tall, blonde and good looking. My name in class was Raoul. I often thought how neat it would be to create my own font and have it appear on everyone's computer when they decide to scroll down the list of choices they have when typing something. Maybe call it Raoul Pro or Raoul Classic orRaoul Std or Raoul Cursive or just plain Raoul. Would have to feature lots of flairs and curved serifs. Definitely would have to have lots of comma choices! And then again, I might just call it LDub Classic. Hey, got to go and design a few more letters for my new font. Hope to show it to you soon. It was another extraordinary day in the life of an ordinary guy.

Tuesday, December 13, 2011

The "workin' at the car wash" Story

It was an ordinary day. Almost ready for vacation. A few jobs to do, a few clothes to pack and off we'll go. Struggled a little bit this time because of my recent surgery to my back. Took twice as long to do some of the chores. And then I remembered I still wanted to wash the cars. Still had a card with a few free car washes on it that my son had bought for me Christmas this past year. Had to be used by the end of the year so I thought I might as well use them now. Took the Mountaineer first. Had both the outside and the inside washed. As I pulled it into the wash area I thought back tothe first time I had my grandson with me at the car wash. I could tell he was scared, but he didn't want me to see that. We talked the whole time and I described what was happening as we went through it. Relaxed him so he wasn't frightened. He has gone back many times with me since then and we still talk about the machine that washes the car. As I was sitting in the car, feeling it move through the car wash, I started singing "working at the car wash" to myself. Got to remember that song! Not that old a song. Got home and "Googled" it. Released by Rose Royce in late 1976. Went to #1 on both the Pop and R&B Billboard charts the following year. Listen to it at the end of my story. Well, this afternoon I took the '95 Mazda to the car wash. I use this car as a truck. Load job after job in it when I am printing at school. Haul trash in it when I work on the yard and flower beds. So my car/truck was really dirty, both inside and out. Got the same wash package and sang the same song the whole way through the car wash. And I'll tell you, it made my day a whole lot easier sitting in the car watching the machine clean the car instead of me. It was another extraordinary day in the life of an ordinary guy. PS - pixs from the top are: soap running down the windshield, entering the drying unit, and the old Mazda lookin' pretty good "working at the car wash".


Monday, December 12, 2011

The "Lost Art of Handwriting" Story

It was an ordinary day. Typing away on my Mac. The key word in the last sentence is "Typing." I have become addicted to typing. Never write anything in longhand anymore. How about you? At times I will PRINT a note to remind me to do something. I also PRINT notes to my wife, for if I wrote them in cursive she may not be able to read them. Sad that so many people can't write in cursive that you can read it. It must be a real struggle to be a pharmacist and have to decipher hand-written notes and prescriptions from doctors. I think they must have courses in med school to teach you to write illegibly. When my mom and dad were growing up they didn't have computers and in some instances didn't even have typewriters. They learned penmanship in school. Everyone wrote the same. So you could read it. I have looked at penmanship textbooks and was amazed that everyone was taught the same way to write in cursive. I may have been taught some cursive, but evidently failed the course. Was looking at an article a few weeks ago titled "The swift death of letter writing" in which the author said that we are besieged by faster, cheaper, more convenient electronic communication, and the once essential practice of putting pen to paper is fast disappearing. I kind of refer to it as another lost art. I love reading the many letters that Mrs. Sally, my wife's former boss, sends to me. She was an English major in college and you could tell it. Her letters, whether they were birthday greetings, thank you notes, or just letters to say hello featured these beautiful flowing words and letters that you just knew had to come out of a pen with love and inspiration. I often wished I could write like she does. She doesn't have a computer!! A gift of stationery to her is a joyful reminder that you appreciate what she can do with a fountain pen. My mother recently shared a letter with me that was written a few weeks ago by a good friend of hers. Woman is 89 years old and loves to write letters. I did struggle to read it because she writes so small, but at least she writes it by hand. And, she's 89!! People her age could write extremely well in cursive. Many of us would type the letter on a computer and mail it or worst than that, send it by email. Did you know that the US Postal Service says that the average household receives one personal letter every seven seeks, compared to one letter every two weeks 20 years ago. No wonder the Post Office is having financial trouble. Remember that the next time you write an email to someone. At times I go through my old scrapbooks to find photos to illustrate a story I may be typing and come upon a handwritten letter that I wrote to my mom and dad. I found letters from camp, church retreats and vacations with a friend in the scrapbook. Neat to read history. Will you keep your emails for 50 years? I doubt it. My wife has a friend who loves to write letters to both her and me. You know if you are ill, you will probably get a letter from Marg. You know if you are celebrating a special event or occasion you will probably get a letter from Marg. And, she has fantastic cursive handwriting. And she illustrates her letters. Yep, with beautiful artwork. We have saved almost every letter and card that she has ever sent to us. I have included one of her letters with this story so you can see how important it is to be able to write and send beautiful notes to friends. So, get busy; go out and buy yourself a box of blank cards, a good pen and start writing. Your friends will appreciate it. I know for a fact they will. It was another extraordinary day in the life of an ordinary guy.

Sunday, December 11, 2011

The "Playing Chicken at the Giant" Story

It was an ordinary day. Shopping at the Giant Supermarket with my lovely wife, Carol. I'm still in recovery mode from my surgery and not allowed to lift anything heavier than 5 pounds. The kitty litter weighs twice that as well as a 40 pound bag of bird seed, so I take her along to do the heavy lifting. But, I get to push the cart! Funny how when we both go to the store the cost of the food seems to almost double. Well, we make it to the check-out and I pack the paper bags while she lifts them in the cart. I always ask for paper since it is more friendly for the environment. I know ...... it takes trees to make paper bags, but they tell me these bags are made from recycled paper,so there. And then the challenge starts. As we exit the store we are directly next to the lane of traffic that you must cross to get to the parking lot. Now, there are brightly painted white lines and a big fluorescent sign that tells motorists that, by Pennsylvania law, they must stop for she and I, but sometimes they don't. So, we wait. Not long though! Sometimes I get so peed-off waiting that I just start out in front of them. No way will they hit the cart, right? Yep, it has happened. Twice. One time they actually ran the front of their car into the cart. Dumb s*#ts. Another time they saw me start across the lane and still kept going, so I ran the cart into their back bumper. Woman kept right on going. Didn't even stop to see if I was hurt, which of course I wasn't. It's like playing chicken with a shopping cart, but I'm up to the challenge. Don't try to cross me at the Giant, or you're in for trouble! Problem is, I don't have a shopping cart rider on my auto insurance coverage. It was another extraordinary day in the life of an ordinary guy.

Saturday, December 10, 2011

The "Art for Heart" Story

It was an ordinary day. Spending it at Schaeffer Elementary School on Pleasure Road in Manheim Township. I have a stand in the art show called "Art for Heart" which is sponsored by the Grandview United Methodist Church. The show benefits their Home Repair Ministry. This is the third year that I have participated in the show and it is the only show that I attend. It is held in my old neighborhood of Grandview Heights and I get to see all my old friends throughout the day as well as get to meet with all the artists, some who I have met through attending the show over the years. This year there are 38 artists displaying a vast array ofmedium from which to choose your gifts or personal artwork. I think most all the 2D fields such as watercolor, acrylics, and oils are on display as well as many of the 3D arts such as ceramics, paper cutting, knitting, broom-making and jewelry making. Some artists are fairly well known regionally and nationally as well as artists who belong to the church and display just for this show. Today I am selling my "Painting with Light" Polaroid prints which I also sell at towns along the Chesapeake Bay as well as in Stone Harbor, NJ and of course, Lancaster, PA. This year I am located across from my friend Dan Marschka who is a fine arts photographer and is the photography managing editor of the local newspaper. For years he would volunteer his time to speak to my photography classes about photo journalism. Great guy whose work is just as great. Right behind me is Cindy Grebinger whose husband, Keith, I work for part-time during the week at Grebinger's Gallery and Frame Shop. Started there after I retired from teaching. Keith was a student of mine in high school as well as my yearbook photographer. Cindy is selling her children's clothing that she knits and sews by hand. Any art that we sell helps to benefit what the church has designated. 60% of the sales goes to the artist and there is no fee to have a stand at the show. Not only that, they give free food and drink all day long to both the artists as well as the people who attend the show. For lunch we had creamy potato, pea, and ham soup as well as rolls and fruit. They know how to treat you right. May be the reason the show is growing year after year. I did very well this year, but after deducting the 40% and the artwork that I purchased from the other stands, I may have cleared $100. That's OK since I did get a few nice Christmas gifts to give this year. One of the pieces I bought, actually my wife agreed to it, is for me for Christmas. It is a watercolor on paper titled, "Feeding Frenzy." Painting of Koi gathered together at the edge of a pond, waiting for their food. Fantastic colors! Painted by artist Joyce Durkin who lives in the area and whose website is www.joycedurkin.com. My wife's purchase for me was: Winning finalist in the Fine Art Studio Online February 2010 competition; First place winner in watercolor in the 2010 Lititz Outdoor Art Show; Winner of the Philadelphia Watercolor society's top prize - Award for Excellence in Works on Paper; Featured in Watercolor Artist magazine in February 2011 issue; and Won "Best of Show" award at the Hanover, PA Area Guild 1st Annual Open Juried Exhibit! Going to display it above our fireplace in our family room. I'll be there next year again, so stop by and visit with me. It was another extraordinary day in the life of an ordinary guy. PS - pixs from the top are: my stand selling my Polaroid altered prints, Dan with his photography, Cindy with her children's clothes, and "Feeding Frenzy."

Friday, December 9, 2011

The "Monthly Treat" Story

It was an ordinary day. Friday! Just got home from work and the kids are all excited. We are going out to eat. Derek, our oldest is 7, Brynn, our daughter is 4 and Tad, the baby, is 2 years old. Carol is a stay-at-home mom and has been since Derek was born. We made a decision that she would stay home and raise the children rather than work a full time job. Hey, raising three children is a full time job, right. Only one is in school at present. Derek is in 2nd grade at Schaeffer Elementary School which is right around the corner on Pleasure Road in Manheim Township. I have been teaching high school for 11 years in Manheim Township School District since 1967, when we moved to the district, right up the street from my parents. We try to go out to eat once a month, usually on a Friday. Times are hard with only one working parent and three children, so we usually just make it out to eat one time a month. Then it is only at McDonald's or Burger King. Some times we will go to the Akron Restaurant near Ephrata with my mom and dad, since they usually pick up the tab. Since the kids are so young it sometimes gets challenging keeping them quiet when we go out to eat, so the fast food places work best and are the least expensive. Oh, the good old times. Now, I'm typing this in the past tense for good reason. Today, Carol and I visited the Chesapeake Inn in Chesapeake City for lunch. The table next to us had a family of six seated at it. Mom and dad as well as four young boys. FOUR! All looked to be no older than 7, 8 tops. Youngest was in an infant's seat. Boy did that bring back memories. We thought 3 was tough. Can't imagine how hard it would be with 4, and all boys. And in a sit-down restaurant where the food isn't delivered instantly to your table. True, back in the 70s there weren't iPods, iPads and the other electronic games like there are today for kids to entertain themselves with while they wait on their food. But these boys didn't have any thing like that either today. Army men, plastic animals and a few matchbox cars lined the table and windowsill next to them. Real boys playing with make believe toys, and I must admit they were really well-behaved. Hopefully our kids were as well behaved at these four were. As they were leaving, the mom went around the table and windowsill and floor gathering all the toys that remained. She looked our way and we smiled sympathetically at her. Good job, mom. We know what you are going through. It was another extraordinary day in the life of an ordinary guy.

Thursday, December 8, 2011

The "Mathematical Formulae" Story

It was an ordinary day. Just found a special equation that can be used for dunking my cookies in milk. Yep! A few months ago I wrote about all the things I love to dunk, primarily in milk. Everything from cake to donuts to cookies. Well sometimes when I dunk cookies I keep them submerged too long and they start to break apart and fall to the bottom of the glass or I catch them at just about the right time and while taking them from the milk to my mouth they fall apart. Seems that in 1998 the University of Bristol in England asked a visiting fellow in physics to try to crack the problem. He found that there already was a mathematical formula called the Washburn equation that could be used to help me with my cookie-dunkin’. Had something to do with the flow of my milk in porous materials such as cookies. Took into consideration the pore diameter of the holes in the cookies. Too much for me. All I want to do is dunk! Then as I read on he tried to put it in plain English. Said that my problem with dunking is if I want to get the milk into the cookie, I have to let the holes and channels of the cookie suck it in, which means I got to give it time for that to happen. Duh! And, if I let it in too long, the cookie will fall apart. And this guy is a fellow in physics. Me thinks he got the wrong type of physics in mind. But, I read on anyway. He told me that I should dunk the cookie 3.5 to 5 seconds. That’s enough time for it to suck in the milk, but not enough time for it to dissolve. Also, how I dunk it makes a difference. If I dunk the cookie with it parallel to the surface of the milk, so that only one side gets wet, it will take four times as long-14 to 20 seconds-as if I dunk it vertically. And these guys get paid to write this stuff. Any kid knows that if you lay it flat on the milk it will take a lot longer than if you hold it with both sides in the milk at the same time. He does admit that dipping the “Scientific” way has a higher degree of difficulty (and probably looks insane). In this way you eat cookies and milk with a plastic tube stuck up your nose so you can analyze the gases wafting up from our palate. The more milk the cookie held, the better it’s flavor release. You getting all of this? I find that when I buy the store brand cookies, they fall apart sooner than the name-brand cookies. Wonder if he thought about that. I can see there may be a need for a “cookie timer” somewhere in my future. Maybe that can be my next patent. It was another extraordinary day in the life of an ordinary guy.

Wednesday, December 7, 2011

The "Holiday of Sunsets" Story

It was an ordinary day. Just took a photo of my last sunset. After two weeks on Barbados, and gorgeous sunsets every evening, I just saw my last. And it was terrific! Motoring on the catamaran "Ocean Mist" along the West coast of the island, I knew I was in for a treat. The many shades of yellows and reds that I got in the photo were beautiful. Caught a cruise ship that had just left the harbor in Bridgetown in one, and just the sun in another. I must have shot 40 to 50 sunset photos, but have only included my favorites in this story. Searched for the "Green Flash" every night, but never saw it. I guess I was lucky seeing it one time. Many people go to their grave having never seen the flash of green that occurs sometimes as the sun disappears below the horizon. Hope you enjoy some of my favorites. It was another extraordinary day in the life of an ordinary guy.

The first two are probably my best, showing a native islander fishing at twilight.






and ....... the final one!

Tuesday, December 6, 2011

The "Lock and Load Voting Booth" Story

It was an ordinary day. And, the recent elections are history. Had some unusual happenings surrounding the elections this year. Seems there was a fellow who was running for a supervisor's position in Manor Township. A few days before the election there was a story in the local newspaper about him and how he emptied his grandmother's funds from her savings account and caused her to lose her home. Since you may not hold office if you have been convicted of a felony, he had to withdraw from the race. Betcha one of his relatives waited until he spent all his money on signs and radio and newspaper ads before happening to mention the felony to the local police. He was history! As Larry Alexander, a local newspaper columnist said, "Are you kidding me? A political wannabe stole from his grandmother, and now he's getting out of politics? The guy's a natural! In fact, he has a career waiting for him in Congress!" Then there was the guy who was so upset that they moved his polling place from the Conestoga Volunteer Fire Company to a local school. Seems he wouldn't be allowed to carry his gun to vote and this was a threat to his rights as an American. During a public meeting he actually said, "I'm going to lose my constitutional rights to keep and bear firearms at that election. I don't feel I want to be down there with people knowing that I'm disarmed." HE ACTUALLY SAID THAT! Must have a lot of enemies that will be stalking him at when he votes. Well, the election is over and naturally the felon didn't win. And the guy who couldn't carry his gun and therefore must have been a Democrat in the eyes of the mostly Republican Conestoga Township didn't get shot! You know that in conservative Lancaster County, Pennsylvania we commonly have lots of gun battles at our polling places on election day! It was another extraordinary day in the life of an ordinary guy.

Monday, December 5, 2011

The "Sharing One of My Favorites" Story

It was an ordinary day. Just found out that I won a photo contest on the SXM Travel Forum. The forum recently had a contest where you could enter 5 of your favorite photographs that had been taken of the beaches on St. Martin (SXM), Pinel Island or Anguilla. I entered my 5 and after the first round of voting, was lucky enough to have one of mine in the final 5. A second round of voting took place and when the voting ended I had won the contest. Members of the forum as well as friends and relatives were invited to vote for their favorite photo. You did have to register as a member of the forum if you wanted to vote. The photo that won for me was taken on Pinel Island. I have an 18" X 40" print of it hanging above my fireplace in my family room. Looks great! Pinel is a small, uninhabited island off the coast of SXM. Every time we travel to SXM we take a day trip to Pinel, since the water there is so calm and warm and the beach is so beautiful. The trip is made on a ferry that starts running at 10:00 AM and makes trips every half hour with a final return trip at 5:00 PM. Can't miss the last return trip, since there are no places to sleep on the island. There are three beach bars on the island and they all have beach chairs and umbrellas to rent for the day. The power that is needed for cooking and keeping drinks cold at the beach bars is generated either by gas generators or by solar panels. Directly behind the beach bars is a small mountain, or maybe I should say a large hill, that Carol and I climb on every trip for a shot of the island and the neighboring SXM, off in the distance. I submitted a second photo of Pinel as well as one from Anguilla and two from SXM. The prize for the contest has remained a mystery to everyone, but I did have to mail my birthday, Carol's birthday and our wedding anniversary date to Nanci, the moderator of the forum. Anxious to see what I won for having fun sharing my photos with everyone. It was another extraordinary day in the life of an ordinary guy. PS - naturally, my photos follow .....

The prize winner! Pinel Island as seen from the mountain overlooking the beach. SXM is in the background.

Pinel Island from the ferry boat

Great Bay Beach on SXM

Happy Bay on SXM

Shoal Bay East Beach on Anguilla

Sunday, December 4, 2011

The "Life Goes On" Story

It was an ordinary day. Carol had just finished digging out the elephant-ear plants. She loves gardening and our back deck is the proof of that. Every year she adds color and imagination to the deck with flowers and plants. Two of her favorites that she plants yearly are elephant-ears and moon flowers. Heard of both? They both require that at the end of the summer you secure a planting for the next year. A few years ago she obtained a few elephant-ear "bulbs" or roots from a friend from where she works. We stopped by her house as she was digging them out of the ground at the end of the summer. Planted them the following spring and .... Wow! The elephant-ear plant gets its name from the leaves, which are shaped like a large ear or shield. Medium shade of green, but really add color to the garden. We were away on vacation this year and had planned to dig them out upon our return, but when we returned we had snow the next day. The leaves all wilted, but did get the "bulbs" out shortly after the snow disappeared. Not sure what will happen next spring when we plant them again. These are not your usual bulbs, but huge root type bulbs. took quite the effort for her to dig all of them out of the ground. Another favorite is the moon flower, so called because they bloom in moonlight. They are beautiful white flowers that quickly open at night and last the entire night. They close when the sunlight hits them in the morning, so you must place them in an area that will have shade early in the morning, or you will miss the blooms entirely. Plant grows as tall as I am. You are supposed to plant the seed, which comes from a pod that is produced by the plant, when the moon is new or increasing. Not sure that she does that, but it grows every year. The blooms are trumpet shaped and extremely large in size. These two plants are among the many that she plants, but two of my favorites. It was another extraordinary day in the life of an ordinary guy. PS - photos from the top shows the elephant-ear plant with the "bulb" or root that has been dug from the ground and the moon flower with the seed pods that grow on the flower.

Saturday, December 3, 2011

The "A Real Class Act" Story

It was an ordinary day. Trying to remember all the events that took place last evening when we traveled to the M&T Bank Park in Baltimore for the Finals of the Maryland 4A High School Football Championships. My son-in-law, Dave Mencarini (Coach Mac), is the head coach of Quince Orchard (QO) High School which is a large high school in Montgomery County, MD. He won his first state title in 2007 and was trying for a second with a team that went 13-0 up until last night. Carol and I left Lancaster about 2:30 PM and arrived at Inner Harbor about 4:00 PM for the 7:30 PM game. Walked the Inner Harbor docks for about an hour doing some sightseeing and then met our daughter Brynn and our granddaughters for supper at Cheesecake Factory. Arrived at the stadium a half-hour before game time. Place was packed with Quince Orchard fans and fans from Old Mill High School which is located in Anne Arundel County, MD. They too were 13-0 until last night. The night air had a chill to it, but that would soon forgotten with the cheering and screaming for tonight I witnessed one of the best high school football games I have ever seen. Extremely talented players, superior coaches and great fans from both teams made for a classic game. QO scored early and often before Old Mill was able to get on the scoreboard. Halftime score was 21-7, QO. Old Mill has a player, Rob Chesson that had scored a state record 49 touchdowns this season and I fully expected him to dominate when they were on offense, but Dave had his defense geared toward stopping him and the Old Mill ground game and he was held without a touchdown all night! Second half opened with Old Mill kicking off and the the QO receiver fumbled the ball as he was being tackled and Old Mill scooped up the fumble and ran it in for a score. 21-14, QO. Dave's Cougars managed another score in the 3rd quarter to go up 28-14, but Old Mill came back and scored one more time before the end of the 3rd quarter. With time running out in the game, Old Mill scored once again on a 70-yard pass with just 42 seconds left and tied the game. Old Mill's prolific rushing game forced QO to use most of the defensive players to try to stop the rush and Old Mill took advantage of that in their final drive. 28-28, OVERTIME!! In Maryland, if a high school game ends up tied after regulation play, each team gets 4 downs to try to score from the 10 yard-line. If a tie continues after the 1st overtime, they go at it again. Dave's team had the ball on offense and scored a touchdown and extra point. 35-28 QO. Old Mill also scored, but after lining up for the extra point kick, called time out. When they returned to the field they lined up in regular formation to try for 2 points. Gutsy call on the part of the coach. This was it, win or lose. Chesson, their best player was given the ball and he ran off left tackle for the 2 points. 36-35 Old Mill in OT! The Old Mill fans and players erupted in screams and excitement while QO fans watched in utter silence as the QO players walked back towards the sideline in disbelief, some with their heads down. It is really too bad that games can't end up tied, but there is only 1 first place trophy. Eventually they lined up and passed each other on the field, exchanging handshakes and pats-on-the-back. One team with smiles on their faces while the other had tears in their eyes. The QO team gathered in the end zone as their coach, my son-in-law, talked to them. I'm sure he had words of encouragement for the great season and fantastic game they played. Hey, they were 13-1! After they broke from the gathering, Dave ran over to the stands, waved in all directions and mouthed "Thank You" to everyone who still remained in the stands. Dave appreciates the support and following his team gets and the fans love him. QO's best running back, Mark Green, finished with 42 carries for 216 yards and 3 touchdowns. A great game by any standard. He responded to a reporter from the Washington Post with "That was a good play by a good running back," he said while pointing towards Chesson. "But we're still going to celebrate. We're not going to let one game define us. I feel like we should have come out with a win, but Old Mill is a really good team." Pure CLASS! And he defines the entire Quince Orchard team, players and coaches. If I were a parent and had a son playing football, I would want them to play for a team and coach like that. They are a real class act!! It was another extraordinary day in the life of an ordinary guy. PS - I had so many photos to share that I have put them at the end of the story.

Photo taken at Inner Harbor in from of the World Trade Center, Baltimore. Sculpture reads "Together We Remember The People Of Maryland Who Perished On 9•11•2011". First two photos were taken as we awaited the start of the game.

Ship "Chesapeake" in front of the National Aquarium in Baltimore's Inner Harbor.

Outside entrance into Baltimore's M&T Bank Stadium, home of the Baltimore Ravens.

15 minutes before the game, the Quince Orchard cheering section "The Red Army" is ready to go.

Cheerleaders holding their sign up for the players to run through.

The Next three photos were taken from my seat on about the 15 yard line. No. 6 for Quince Orchard is running back Mark Green.



Photo taken by Washington Post photographer of Dave in the midst of his team after the game

Friday, December 2, 2011

The "PT" Story

It was an ordinary day. 7:20 AM and I'm laying on a table with a moist hot pad under my lower back and an electronic device attached to my back by two pads with wires going into the electronic device. Pretty neat tingling sensation going through my lower back which I can increase or decrease myself. I turned it up pretty high, hoping it will help my back heal faster. Lay there for 10 minutes with the "juice" going through my back, then it's time for Bob, my physical therapist, to go to work on my back. The guy is huge; a little over six feet tall and about 240 pounds. His shoulders are almost twice as wide as mine and his upper arms are bigger than thighs. Plays semi-pro football in the area. Has to be one of the most physically fit players on his team. He climbs up on a small step-stool and begins massaging my backbone. Two months ago I had back surgery to try to relieve the awful pain I had in my right leg. Worked, kinda! I still have the pain, but it is not as intense as it was the last week before the surgery. I am able to do most of the chores around the house, but can only work about 2 to 3 hours a day at my part-time job. When I stand still for an extended time the pain starts to increase. Bob tells me it is related to the inflammation around my incision. I recently took a regimen of steroid tablets to help with the inflammation, but it didn't seem to work. Maybe the physical therapy will eventually help. Since I am on Medicare I am allowed a certain dollar amount of physical therapy before I have to pay for it myself, but It is sizable and will allow me quite a few weeks of physical therapy. After Bob works up and done both sides of my spine and manipulates the muscles in my back, John, Bob's assistant, begins with the strengthening exercises. Places a large rubber ball between my legs and I try to press my legs together as hard as I can for multiple repetitions. Then a large rubber band goes around my knees and I try to push my legs apart for more repetitions. With weights on my ankles I must raise one leg several times and then repeat with the other leg. Repeat the same while laying on my side. Starting to work up a sweat by now. There are some exercises that I cannot do, since the pain in my right calf gets too intense. More exercises are done to help me gain strength and mobility then it's a good-bye till next time. Bob and John both work at the Physical Therapy at Neuroscience & Spine Associates offices in Lancaster. They are both great guys, but I await the time when I no longer need them and I am pain-free again. It was another extraordinary day in the life of an ordinary guy. PS - Pixs show Bob working on my spine while Bob and John hold me up after an intense workout on the bottom photo.