Month: May 2002

Key West from the…

Key West from the top of the tallest building, the most popular sunset viewing position. It was a roofgarden kind of place with an electronic one-man-band singing for our entertainment.

Here is the wonderful…

Here is the wonderful story of the candlesticks from Les:

‘My (and Phyllis’s) mutual Aunt Ida told me that the candlesticks had belonged to her grandmother. Because Aunt Ida was born in 1888, that would put them at least into the late 18th century. Phyllis and I know that our grandmother, Sarah Weiner, brought them from Pavlograd, Ukraine to LA in 1906.

They were used for Phyllis’s father Paul’s Bar Mitzvah in 1908, and that of my father, Noe, in 1911. They were also used by our Aunt Ida for my Bar Mitzvah in 1962.’

I’m adding a bit. I heard these candlesticks were the only possession Grandmother Sarah brought from her ancestral home in the Ukraine and they have been handed down to the women in the family ever since.

This is Les, David, Arthur and Phyllis.

And then we spent…

And then we spent a beautiful afternoon at the Japanese Garden in Balboa Park. It’s a lovely place with many elegant water features complements of the water reclaimation plant.

The view out our…

The view out our door. Our door was really just a big window you had to squeeze out of to get to those, what the management calls ‘stairs’ to squeeze your way down.

Off to the Everglades…

Off to the Everglades National Park. The everglades are mostly this razor sharp very long grass growing in marsh land occasionally interupted by mangrove islands.

Another view on this…

Another view on this walk. The park was very well done especially the way they organized walks through what seemed entirely hostile ground.

Johanna and Carl marveling…

Johanna and Carl marveling at L&E’s wedding album. We were all so Young then but then we thought we were already Old. So old in fact that the bride and groom thought it was appropriate that they both wear gray suits for their wedding. Oh yeah.

The story of The…

The story of The Wine:

On the occasion of his son’s birth Les immediately bought wine futures from among his favorite makers and then saved the wine for the purpose of drinking it at his son’s Bar Mitzvah. I have followed this story for years and felt really privileged to be able to participate in such a happy and long awaited occasion. The wines are:

1989 Chateau Pichon Longueville, Comtesse de Lalande Pauillac Grand Cru

and

1989 Chateau La Lagune, Haut-Medoc Grand Cru

Sandy at the beach….

Sandy at the beach.

We drove up the coast, paid for parking at a place I forget the name of… it was a trying-to-be-private beach but if you paid for parking you could use the facilities. This made the area quiet and a bit hoity toity, just like we like.

Another too dark shot….

Another too dark shot. It was a learning experience. I was struggling the whole time with various error messages and the camera hanging up for no reason I could discern only to discover after it was all over that the meter was set wrong…

We Love technology but she can be a frightful mistress.

Now here is a…

Now here is a story facinating to all who knew her. Jan Dubois, returned. More to follow.

Kneeling: Carole, Emilia, Bonny. Standing: Richard, Desda, Bob, Jan, me, Bob, Ben.

Burt and Charlene having…

Burt and Charlene having a picnic at The Will Geer Theatre. This place, up in Topanga, is so totally cool. As well as the picnic grounds, they offers great theater throughout the summer in a fabulous open arena. The players are mostly amature with a few Hollywood names thrown in because why not. The production and direction is first rate.

We have all been recommending it wildly.

I took Amtrak from…

I took Amtrak from Boston to NYC and couldn’t recommend this more highly. The train travel itself resembled a real train system for comfort and ease of use on top of which the scenery was spectacular. This is arriving into NYC.

Becky and Marsha singing…

Becky and Marsha singing at Alicia’s wedding reception. At our table, we kept sending the guys off to scavange more wine. This picture kind of tells the tale.

My next door neighbor…

My next door neighbor Margaret, the flying WWII WASP, fixing my door. ‘Here honey,’ she says, ‘let me take care of that for you.’

And when you’re using screws, rub a bar of soap over the ridges before you go into the wood.

A close-up of a…

A close-up of a Sea Dragon and even blurrier than the distant shot. The largest are maybe 6 inches long and their dragon-ness is So obvious – a big fat Wow.

We took a train…

We took a train out to the Bronx Zoo, my first time to visit there, and it was really worth the trip. I think the main distinction of this zoo is that it was among the first to make a committment to natural-like enclosures.

You can see the…

You can see the lions in the distance there. It was so charming the way the crowd of kids ran up to the fence yelling and jumping up and down ‘the lions, the lions, the lions’.

Lynn and Carole who,…

Lynn and Carole who, in the last 7 seconds of the game decided to watch – just in time to see the winning score.

I came to Carl and Lynn’s house looking forward to sharing an afternoon with the gang and without any particular expectations about the game.

Eventually as it became clear the favorites were not going to beat the spread, well, then it got good. All the better if the underdogs would not just beat the spread but Win. That was fun.

Becky goes to NYC…

Becky goes to NYC and brings us back THESE! Oh we Do heart NY! Just another Monday Night out in the old home town.

Top to bottom, left to right: Becky, Jeanne, Marsha, me, Maxine, Marija, Lourdes, Maryanne, Alicia, Clarita. Missing: just Lubi who had to work.

This is a complex…

This is a complex that divides the trendy and small South Beach redevelopments from the trendy bigger properties, around 15th.

I had a rather…

I had a rather audible intake of breath when the receptionist led us to our room in Key West. ‘Here’ she said, ‘you go on up half way and I’ll pass you your bags’.

Sailing into San Francisco…

Sailing into San Francisco heading under the Golden Gate Bridge, Again at Dawn(!). Notice the people on the very bow of the ship having their picture taken. It was far too cold and far too windy and far too early for me to even consider such foolishness.

In spite of the…

In spite of the stairs, the room was entertaining enough and the property was surprising.

Their lot was long and narrow. All the many odd buildings (bungalows, converted tabacco warehouse, the original owner’s house etc.), four pools, paths and sitting areas scattered throughout the property seemed private and completely protected by thick and appropriate landscaping.

The place was very conveniently one block off the main drag yet you could easily, if you squinted a bit and hummed out loud, imagine yourself in a secluded sub-tropical retreat.

We were out walking…

We were out walking the first night and for kicks we asked a kid who was standing in front of a tee shirt shop where he would suggest for dinner. With great enthusiasm he described this place in such detail we were sure we were going to a really colorful West Indian Soul Food joint.

Instead we got this woman who was cooking dinner, whatever you wanted, just ask, out of a garage serving three tables sitting in the driveway. Just her. She didn’t have a liquor license but ‘gave’ us wine and let us pay ‘whatever you think’ so of course we had to overpay. The whole process took literally hours and was no doubt a one-of-a-kind dinner.

I went straight from…

I went straight from the SF ship’s terminal to the airport and then flew into Boston. This was my large, modest yet lovely room with a great desk overlooking this view where I set up my computer, watched the town go by and could work in my pjs and dream of never getting dressed again.

Our one full day…

Our one full day in Key West we chose to spend on a sailing catamaran.

The day went like this – a lovely morning continental breakfast as we sailed out to a coral reef for snorkeling (waaaay to wavy for a relaxing float but fun nonetheless) then a full eat-drink-and-be-merry lunch as we sailed to a mangrove island where we kayaked our little hearts out (we got Much better at the end), then snacks and home-made sangria and music and lolling and then back to port.

It was a huge highlight not the least of which was my appreciation for such a well run tour. The staff of three was amazingly professional throughout, keeping all the participants involved, safe and happy. They did their chores so effortlessly and passed off to each other so seamlessly. What a treat.

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