Friday, July 7, 2017

Fragrances

Fragrances
What I love To Smell


Baby’s breath- There is almost an absence of smell. It’s light and airy.

Lilac- Sometimes the wind blows in my backyard in early May and I get my first whiff and this moment always reminds me of my mother who loved lilacs.

Vanilla- I like vanilla extract, vanilla bean, vanilla ice cream. It’s a sweet smell.

Root beer- like beer, it has a strong smell. Unlike beer, it has a sweet smell that quenches my thirst.

Coconut- shaved coconut doesn’t do it for me.  But I love the smell of a coconut coffee.  It’s not a popular flavor and hard to find. So, when I do find it in the store, I open the bag, take a whiff and enjoy the moment.  I’ll take another whiff and then I must force myself to stop before anyone notices me.

Clean hair- this fragrance doesn’t last long but there is a quick moment right after a shower when my hair feels and smells squeaky clean.

Tangerines-  I don’t like to eat tangerines because I don’t like messy foods but I love the smell that squirts out when I peel open a tangerine.

Freshly cut grass- it only last about 10 seconds but right after I cut the grass, a scent rises and permeates my surrounding.

A cake cooking in the oven- OMG, that is a joyful fragrance.

Burning leaves- in the fall, I look forward to the Saturday evenings, after a day of garden clean-up, when a neighbor burns a pile of leaves. The smell permeates the neighbor and reminds every one of the glooming winter ahead.

Pine trees- it’s my favorite Christmas smell.

Thanksgiving Dinner- the whole house fills up with the aroma of gravy and turkey.

Summer rain- it’s fresh, clean and warm.  Winter rain is cold so I try to avoid this rain.  But when it rains in the summer, I like to stand in it, almost like a baptism.

Beer- it’s a strong, bitter smell.

Ginger Ale- when we were sick, my mother served us ginger ale. I equate it with feeling better.  Now, the moment I smell it, I begin to feel better.

Bacon cooking on the stove- this smell can get me out of bed in the morning.

Coffee brewing- I love to wake up to this smell.

Jasmine- I eat Jasmine rice when I am in Asia. It has a sweet smell and because it is so sticky, I can eat it with my hands and smell it on my fingers.

Earl Grey tea- when it’s hot, I like to wrap my hands around the cup and get smell its strong warmth.

Indian cooking, particularly curry, they are exotic flavors that are so foreign to me.


Thursday, July 6, 2017

Broken Nose




Breaking My Nose
Fall 1993

I was with my mother driving up from Philadelphia to Larchmont, NY to see my sister and her family. We just parked the car and got out when the little boys saw us. They came rushing towards us to greet us. I stoop down on my knees to be eye level with Quentin. He charged right at me, headfirst, right into the bridge of my nose. He hit with such an impact that he knocked me over. I couldn’t believe this four-year-old could have so much force. I saw stars. I was in so much pain.

 My mother helped me up and asked, “are you alright? Did he hurt you?”

 I held back tears but confessed, “I think he broke my nose”.

 “Really’, my mother asked with surprise, “you really think that sweet, little boy broke your nose?”

 “Yeah, yeah I do. It hurts like hell,” I told, shamefully.

“Let me see”, she demanded and moved forward to look. She reached up and squeezed the bridge of my nose as if she knew what she was doing. “I don’t know. I don’t think it’s broken. You’ll be alright,” she said with a conviction that shut me up.

I sucked it up and moved on. Within an hour I was out of pain. I put this moment behind me.

 Winter 2010
 I am at the doctor’s office for a follow up appointment. I’ve been complaining about the number of sinus infections I have had recently. The doctor ordered a CAT scan of my sinuses. He was now reviewing the results.

 “When did you break your nose?” he asked me as he held the film up to the light. “I thought you told me you’ve never broken your nose?”

 “No I don’t think I did”, I respond feeling sort of foolish. After all, I should know if I ever broke my nose.

“Nope, you broke your nose at some point in your lifetime. It’s right here on the x-ray. I can clearly see it. You smashed it up pretty good”.

And then I remembered that fall day, more than fifteen years ago when my mother dismissed my claim.  In some silly way, I felt vindicated today.



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Wednesday, July 5, 2017

Tent City

Tent City
Cecil County, MD
February 2017


It's behind the Acme where no one can see them.  It's a public park but it isn't used for that purpose. It's filled with tents and garbage and homeless people.  I first went there two years ago and there were no more than 15 tents.  I went there last week and now it seems as if there are 50 or 60 tents.  It has a feel of a community as there are pathways and neighbors and a designated place for trash.


When I went there last week, there was an addition of a linked fence that ran the length of the public park.  There was an entrance gate to the park. That seemed odd to me.  Why would any county legislator spend this kind of money?  This fence had to cost thousands of dollars. What was the purpose, the intent of the fence?

Today, I found out as I went there to unload some of my camping chairs.  The gate was locked and a No Trespassing sign was posted.  Everyone had to get out or face arrest.  But where will they go?

Monday, July 3, 2017

Weed Wacker


Weed Wacker
Northwest String Summit
Oregon
July 2017

As the band is coming off the stage, I cross paths with the drummer.

"Nice job today", I tell him.

He is thrilled.  "Thanks, it was really fun.  This is the first time I ever played to a crowd this big.  I just joined the band."

We chat for a few more minutes and he give me the history of the band and his musical background.  It sounded as if he was in the right place at the right time a few weeks back.  Now he is touring for the summer with this band and he couldn't be happier.

"What do you do when you are not a rock and roll star"? I ask him.

"I'm a cutter. I cut weed in California.  I just started doing that too and Im not as good as some of the others."

"A weed wacker? How long have you been doing that?" I ask.

"About a year. I work with a cool group of guys and man, they are the best.  You should see how fast they can cut.  You know, I try so hard to cut so there's no waste and no stem. But it's a talent to get that combination just right."

"Yes, I am sure it is."

"I'll get there, though.  I'm going to keep working on it. But hey, man, I have to go.  Nice talking to you."  And off he went, happy with life.


Sunday, July 2, 2017

These Lips



These Lips
Serengeti National Park
Tanzania
February 2016


These lips, are they ugly or are they beautiful?  Are they kissable? Feminine or masculine?  I don't know but I do know I couldn't stop staring at them once I saw them. The volume of wrinkles, the fullness of the lips and the drool mesmerized me.


MY FAVORITE THINGS


My Favorite Things

OK, I'll admit it.  I have too much stuff and I can't get out from under all of my possessions.  But some of my things I like more than others, such as:
  • my kayak: I have a 12' sit in kayak; I have three other kayaks but they are not my favorites
  • multiple denim jackets: I think I have six of them.
  • my wooden Greenland kayak paddle
  • my laptop computer
  • tons of camera equipment
  • my car- Honda Civic, it takes me places
  • my bed and all of its pillows and sheets and blankets
  • my big, blue corduroy chair.  I sit in that chair for hours at a time.
  • my mother's paintings.
  • my collection of street art from around the world.  I have something form every continent but Antarctic.
  • my books
  • too many scarves from all of my travels
  • my books.  I wish I could get rid of them after I read them.  But I don't.  I hang on to them with the ridiculous thought that I will someday read them again.
  • flip flops. I like sandals too but I prefer flip flops.
  • my little Italian coffee maker
  • my hot tub, I can sit in it for hours at a time.
  • my Joni Mitchell collection
  • big, roomy, comfortable shirts
  • travel maps, I love to read maps
  • my cheap MP3 player- I paid $30 for it.  I hate my expensive Apple iPod.
  • my boothtooth speaker
  • travel accessories: luggage, back packs, compasses, swiss army knife, packing cubes, day packs, water bottles, etc.

Saturday, July 1, 2017

Meeting President Carter


Meeting President Carter
Manhatana Baptist Church
Plains, GA
March 26, 2017



I don't remember much about Carter's presidency.  I didn't follow politics back then.  I do remember he seemed weak to many people.  But I prefer a president who does not want to run to war as a first choice. So I always liked him and was disappointed when he wasn't re-elected.

I have followed him as an elder statesman and he was been so damn impressive to me.  I think these last 40 years have been his greater gift to our country. I am filled with admiration for him.

I once read that he still goes to his church every Sunday and he willingly meets with every person who comes to visit him.  I wanted to visit with him and thank him for his years of service.  I mapped out a road trip but I never made it happen.

Then he got a brain tumor and he turned 92 and a new urgency ate away at me.  However, my car was so old and rickety that I didnt think I could make the 1600 mile round trip to meet him.  That was until I got a new car and the first weekend with reliable wheels took me to Plains, GA.

I texted my cousin who lives in Atlanta on a Wednesday.  Yes, she wanted to join me.  I packed my car and headed out on Friday and arrived in Atlanta the next day.  Pam thought we should leave at 5AM the next day, Sunday, to get there in plenty of time.

The roads were dark and deserted at that time.  At one point, I entertained the idea that we would be the only visitors at the church.  But as the sun finally came up and we rolled in to the parking lot of the church, all those thoughts were dismissed immediately.  Crowds of people had been there since 4AM and it was now possible that we may not event get in.

After a two hour wait and several warnings from the church people that there was no more room, we were ushered in to the auxiliary room.  That was good enough for me. And as we settled in and sighed with relief, there was a buzz in the air.  There he was, right in front of us.  He came in through the side entrance and stopped by to say hello.

Even though we were told that he would not answer any questions, I raised my hand and he acknowledged me.

"Mr. President, I've come from Maryland just to thank you for your leadership. These are dark days for our country right now and I wish we had your leadership again.  I have appreciated all you have done for our country."

As he was about to answer me, someone interrupted him and the conversation changed.  But that was OK with me because I got to thank him.