Andy Fletcher is the name of the man who cost the Redbirds a victory last night. Fletcher, the home plate umpire for yesterday's game against the Braves, made a mockery of his profession as well as the game of baseball.
From the first inning it was apparent that the blue-clad bumbler had slept through Major League Baseball's training on exactly where the strike zone was. Pitch after pitch that was clearly a foot outside became strike three, and several players (on both teams) had gripes with Fletcher's cross-eyed pitch calling. He was so bad at the plate, the first base umpire actually had to overrule him, correcting a call on a pitch that was clearly fouled at the plate. (Matt Holliday was batting...)
Fletcher's worst transgression, however, came in a pivotal moment in the 6th inning with the Cardinals trailing 1-0. With one out, Colby Rasmus came to bat. Ryan Ludwick was on first, Holliday on second. Rasmus rapped a single through the right side of the infield, and Holliday was waved home by third base coach Jose Oquendo. A strong throw by Ryan Church arrived at home plate just late, as Holliday clearly slid around the tag. He looked safe from my seats at the game. He looked safe on live television. Instant replay confirmed that, not only was he safe, IT WASN'T EVEN REMOTELY CLOSE. Fletcher's call: Out. I can comfortably say without any reservation, this was the worst call I've ever seen in any baseball game ever.
Fletcher's horrendous umpiring in this game makes one wonder if he was drunk, stoned, or mentally handicapped. Sports should be decided by the play of the athletes on the field, not the ineptitude of one man whose incompetence was so clearly on display.
Andy Fletcher, please retire. The game of baseball would be better without you. You are an embarrassment to every honest, hardworking umpire in the league. You are an embarrassment to baseball itself.
Saturday, September 12, 2009
Wednesday, September 09, 2009
Quote of the Week
"That you may retain your self-respect, it is better to displease the people by doing what you know is right, than to temporarily please them by doing what you know is wrong."
- William J.H. Boetcker
- William J.H. Boetcker
Tuesday, September 08, 2009
Never Too Late
Good evening, and welcome back to the Redbird Aviator's Musings.
It has been 354 days since last I posted anything in this blog. Many things have changed, most important among them is my beautiful wife. Love is indeed a many-splendored thing, and marriage greatly enhances those splendors.
To say that my wife is my dream come true would be a great injustice. No dream I have ever enjoyed could live up to my wife. Clearly my imagination was simply not up to the challenge when tasked with considering my future spouse. There was never a day or an hour when I had envisioned being so blessed...
Blessed is indeed the word. My wife is my greatest blessing, my answered prayer. She is so much better than my dream come true.
11 and 1/2 months I have neglected this blog. Tonight, I make my return. My musings will once again be set free upon the internet, for better or for worse...
It has been 354 days since last I posted anything in this blog. Many things have changed, most important among them is my beautiful wife. Love is indeed a many-splendored thing, and marriage greatly enhances those splendors.
To say that my wife is my dream come true would be a great injustice. No dream I have ever enjoyed could live up to my wife. Clearly my imagination was simply not up to the challenge when tasked with considering my future spouse. There was never a day or an hour when I had envisioned being so blessed...
Blessed is indeed the word. My wife is my greatest blessing, my answered prayer. She is so much better than my dream come true.
11 and 1/2 months I have neglected this blog. Tonight, I make my return. My musings will once again be set free upon the internet, for better or for worse...
Saturday, September 20, 2008
Quote of the Week
"You believe because you have seen. Blessed are they who have not seen, and yet believe." - Jesus Christ
Gastronomy
Today I'd like to provide you, my faithful readers, with a useful list. I wish to inform you of the best foods available in this world (as far as I know), that your culinary adventures might be more fruitful. Here then, is a list of where to find the best food in each listed category. I got rather specific, as I don't believe in stamping my approval on an establishment as a whole. (Every restaurant in the world has a dish I would hate... Pizza was an exception to this rule) Don't forget your appetite!
Best Sandwiches:
1) The Legend Club - LeGrand's Deli, St. Louis, MO
This tasty pile of freshly sliced Boar's Head meats, combined with pepperjack cheese, garlic cream cheese, and pepper spread is a not-too-spicy delight. Without a doubt, the best meal between two pieces of bread ever conceived.
2) Cuban Sandwich - La Carreta, Miami, FL
Ham, sliced pork, swiss cheese, pickles, mustard and mayo on Cuban bread. You can't beat that with a stick...
3) Prosciutto con Tomate - Bella Vento, Rome, Italy
Ultra thinly sliced prosciutto, tomato slices, mozzarella cheese, onions, oregano, and olive oil. It's worth flying to Italy just for this sandwich, but you should stay and see the Vatican while you're there...
4) Sandwiche de Lomo - Pastry, Buenos Aires, Argentina
The most simple sandwich you can imagine: A half inch cut of filet, cooked to your taste and served with tomato between fresh french bread. No one knows meat like Argentines!
Best BBQ
1) Parrillada - Rodizio, Buenos Aires, Argentina
Like I said, no one knows meat like Argentines! A parrillada is a mixed grill filled with several cuts of beef, as well as rib tips, chorizo, sweet bread, blood sausage, etc. At Rodizio it is brought to you on a platter which rests atop hot coals. The finest cow ever prepared anywhere on earth.
2) Pork Ribs - Rendezvous, Memphis, TN
In a dark, secluded alley just across the street from the famous Peabody hotel, Rendezvous serves up the finest baby back ribs known to man. Whether your fancy is Carolina dry rub or Memphis Vinegar, you'll find ribs you can pull apart by hand.
3) Pulled Pork Sandwich - Michelbob's, Naples, FL
Michelbob's serves up some of the best American style bbq around, but the pulled pork sandwich stands out. Not overly sauced like at most bbq joints, just perfectly cooked and flavored meat served on a hoagie roll.
Seafood
1) Shrimp Scampi - Legal Seafood, Boston, MA
The only chain restaurant you'll find on this list, Legal Seafood serves up the finest shrimp scampi you'll ever know. The garlic and butter combination is intoxicating, and the end of your meal is gloriously slurped up with the two pieces of garlic toast that accompany the shrimp.
2) Dungeneous Crab - Eliot's Oyster House, Seattle, WA
It's whole, it's steamed, and it's delicious. Fresh out of Puget Sound, Eliot's Oyster House steams you up the best dungenous crab you'll ever taste, with a beautiful view to boot.
3) Clam Chowder - Bristol's, St. Louis, MO
Bristols can't compete with coastal restaurants when it comes to seafood freshness (although they come close) but when it comes to clam chowder, they've got the goods. I have no idea why theirs tastes so much better than anyone else's, but it ain't no lie.
Steak
1)Bife de Lomo - Rodizio, Buenos Aires, Argentina
Meat is a way of life in Argentina, as you all are discovering. This exquisite filet is cooked to perfection on a traditional Argentine brick grill. It doesn't need steak sauce or butter or a piece of bacon wrapped around it in order to taste good. Such trifles are left up to far lesser steak houses...
2) Bife de Chorizo - La Chacra, Buenos Aires, Argentina
At the entrance to La Chacra there is a stuffed cow to great you. The restaurant inside might as well be a shrine to beef. Bife de Chorizo is a cut found only in Argentina, and that alone is worth a journey south.
3) Filet Mignon - Hereford House, Kansas City, MO
The Hereford House is a Kansas City institution. A marvelous wine list compliments the finest cuts of meat west of the Mississippi, and the filet is certainly the king. Dessert was mildly disappointing, but with dead cow like this, who cares?
4) New York Strip - Flemmings, Richmond, VA
A tender, moist, cooked to perfection strip is a thing of beauty, and I haven't found a place that does it better than Flemmings. The ranch garlic mashed potatoes are an excellent add to a fantastic beef experience!
Pasta
1) Tortellini a la panna - Mom and Pop joint, Florence, Italy
After wandering around the town for about 30 minutes in search of lunch, some friends of mine and I stumbled onto what was literally a mom and pop restaurant with two tables, and only two things on the menu. Tortellini, and salad. It was, beyond any doubt, the finest Italian pasta meal I'd ever eaten. Alas, there's no way I could ever find the place again...
2) Linguini Tutto Mare - Ristorante La Lanterna, Sorrento, Italy
The Linguini is hand made on location, and the fish and clams used for the white wine sauce are yanked from the ocean that very day. 'Nuff said.
3) Spaghetti Bolognese - Il Convivio, Rome, Italy
Three straight Italian restaurants in the pasta section. Hmmm... Coincidence? Il Convivio has a great atmosphere, friendly staff, and the best bolognese sauce I've ever tasted.
4) Cannelloni - Gianfabio's, St. Louis, MO
Gotta show the locals some love here. Gianfabio's is by far St. Louis's (and perhaps the midwest's?) best tasting Italian restaurant. The Cannelloni are veal stuffed and served under a cream and meat sauce mix. Yummy!
Pizza (listed by best pizza joints, not individual types)
1) Los Inmortales - Buenos Aires, Argentina
Yes folks, Argentina has the best food on the planet. I've been all over the US, Canada, South America, and Italy, and the fact is, no where yet has the food been so consistently good over so many categories. Pizza is no different, as Los Inmortales serves up fresh mozzarella and toppings to your heart's content.
2) Lou Malnato's - Chicago, IL
Giordano's is more popular, but Lou Malnatos is a better pie hands down. Deep dish lovers revel in front of a pizza you have no choice but to eat with a fork and knife.
3) La Gallina Bianca - Rome, Italy
It's the thick but light crust that makes this Rome's best pizza. If you don't parle Italiano, just point at what you want. They'll hack you off a slice big enough to be a meal, and you'll be a happy camper for sure.
4) Imo's - St. Louis, MO
If you're into super thin crust pizza (and I certainly am!) then Imo's is the place. It's a locally famous chain, and the only delivery place to make the list.
Well folks, you're welcome to argue with me all you want, but I'm sticking to my guns on this one. If you have additions, suggestions or just something mean to say to me, feel free to comment. I certainly hope for your sake that one day you'll visit one or two of these fine establishments. If you do, please let me know how you liked it!
Best Sandwiches:
1) The Legend Club - LeGrand's Deli, St. Louis, MO
This tasty pile of freshly sliced Boar's Head meats, combined with pepperjack cheese, garlic cream cheese, and pepper spread is a not-too-spicy delight. Without a doubt, the best meal between two pieces of bread ever conceived.
2) Cuban Sandwich - La Carreta, Miami, FL
Ham, sliced pork, swiss cheese, pickles, mustard and mayo on Cuban bread. You can't beat that with a stick...
3) Prosciutto con Tomate - Bella Vento, Rome, Italy
Ultra thinly sliced prosciutto, tomato slices, mozzarella cheese, onions, oregano, and olive oil. It's worth flying to Italy just for this sandwich, but you should stay and see the Vatican while you're there...
4) Sandwiche de Lomo - Pastry, Buenos Aires, Argentina
The most simple sandwich you can imagine: A half inch cut of filet, cooked to your taste and served with tomato between fresh french bread. No one knows meat like Argentines!
Best BBQ
1) Parrillada - Rodizio, Buenos Aires, Argentina
Like I said, no one knows meat like Argentines! A parrillada is a mixed grill filled with several cuts of beef, as well as rib tips, chorizo, sweet bread, blood sausage, etc. At Rodizio it is brought to you on a platter which rests atop hot coals. The finest cow ever prepared anywhere on earth.
2) Pork Ribs - Rendezvous, Memphis, TN
In a dark, secluded alley just across the street from the famous Peabody hotel, Rendezvous serves up the finest baby back ribs known to man. Whether your fancy is Carolina dry rub or Memphis Vinegar, you'll find ribs you can pull apart by hand.
3) Pulled Pork Sandwich - Michelbob's, Naples, FL
Michelbob's serves up some of the best American style bbq around, but the pulled pork sandwich stands out. Not overly sauced like at most bbq joints, just perfectly cooked and flavored meat served on a hoagie roll.
Seafood
1) Shrimp Scampi - Legal Seafood, Boston, MA
The only chain restaurant you'll find on this list, Legal Seafood serves up the finest shrimp scampi you'll ever know. The garlic and butter combination is intoxicating, and the end of your meal is gloriously slurped up with the two pieces of garlic toast that accompany the shrimp.
2) Dungeneous Crab - Eliot's Oyster House, Seattle, WA
It's whole, it's steamed, and it's delicious. Fresh out of Puget Sound, Eliot's Oyster House steams you up the best dungenous crab you'll ever taste, with a beautiful view to boot.
3) Clam Chowder - Bristol's, St. Louis, MO
Bristols can't compete with coastal restaurants when it comes to seafood freshness (although they come close) but when it comes to clam chowder, they've got the goods. I have no idea why theirs tastes so much better than anyone else's, but it ain't no lie.
Steak
1)Bife de Lomo - Rodizio, Buenos Aires, Argentina
Meat is a way of life in Argentina, as you all are discovering. This exquisite filet is cooked to perfection on a traditional Argentine brick grill. It doesn't need steak sauce or butter or a piece of bacon wrapped around it in order to taste good. Such trifles are left up to far lesser steak houses...
2) Bife de Chorizo - La Chacra, Buenos Aires, Argentina
At the entrance to La Chacra there is a stuffed cow to great you. The restaurant inside might as well be a shrine to beef. Bife de Chorizo is a cut found only in Argentina, and that alone is worth a journey south.
3) Filet Mignon - Hereford House, Kansas City, MO
The Hereford House is a Kansas City institution. A marvelous wine list compliments the finest cuts of meat west of the Mississippi, and the filet is certainly the king. Dessert was mildly disappointing, but with dead cow like this, who cares?
4) New York Strip - Flemmings, Richmond, VA
A tender, moist, cooked to perfection strip is a thing of beauty, and I haven't found a place that does it better than Flemmings. The ranch garlic mashed potatoes are an excellent add to a fantastic beef experience!
Pasta
1) Tortellini a la panna - Mom and Pop joint, Florence, Italy
After wandering around the town for about 30 minutes in search of lunch, some friends of mine and I stumbled onto what was literally a mom and pop restaurant with two tables, and only two things on the menu. Tortellini, and salad. It was, beyond any doubt, the finest Italian pasta meal I'd ever eaten. Alas, there's no way I could ever find the place again...
2) Linguini Tutto Mare - Ristorante La Lanterna, Sorrento, Italy
The Linguini is hand made on location, and the fish and clams used for the white wine sauce are yanked from the ocean that very day. 'Nuff said.
3) Spaghetti Bolognese - Il Convivio, Rome, Italy
Three straight Italian restaurants in the pasta section. Hmmm... Coincidence? Il Convivio has a great atmosphere, friendly staff, and the best bolognese sauce I've ever tasted.
4) Cannelloni - Gianfabio's, St. Louis, MO
Gotta show the locals some love here. Gianfabio's is by far St. Louis's (and perhaps the midwest's?) best tasting Italian restaurant. The Cannelloni are veal stuffed and served under a cream and meat sauce mix. Yummy!
Pizza (listed by best pizza joints, not individual types)
1) Los Inmortales - Buenos Aires, Argentina
Yes folks, Argentina has the best food on the planet. I've been all over the US, Canada, South America, and Italy, and the fact is, no where yet has the food been so consistently good over so many categories. Pizza is no different, as Los Inmortales serves up fresh mozzarella and toppings to your heart's content.
2) Lou Malnato's - Chicago, IL
Giordano's is more popular, but Lou Malnatos is a better pie hands down. Deep dish lovers revel in front of a pizza you have no choice but to eat with a fork and knife.
3) La Gallina Bianca - Rome, Italy
It's the thick but light crust that makes this Rome's best pizza. If you don't parle Italiano, just point at what you want. They'll hack you off a slice big enough to be a meal, and you'll be a happy camper for sure.
4) Imo's - St. Louis, MO
If you're into super thin crust pizza (and I certainly am!) then Imo's is the place. It's a locally famous chain, and the only delivery place to make the list.
Well folks, you're welcome to argue with me all you want, but I'm sticking to my guns on this one. If you have additions, suggestions or just something mean to say to me, feel free to comment. I certainly hope for your sake that one day you'll visit one or two of these fine establishments. If you do, please let me know how you liked it!
Thursday, August 28, 2008
Monday, August 11, 2008
Quote of the Week
"There is always some madness in love. But there is also always some reason in madness." - Friedrich Nietzsche
Where Have You Gone Joe DiMaggio?
July 19th since my last addition to this blog. Such is the state of my life right now that I cannot find even the time to muse aloud in this medium...
Truth be told, the drain on my time is entirely the result of my very happy and fulfilling relationship. She is, without a doubt, the answer to my prayers. I can only hope to be the man she deserves...
So while I turn my attention to bettering myself for her benefit, there will surely be more future periods of blog neglect. I suppose you folks will just have to deal with it. Really, you don't have a choice...
Truth be told, the drain on my time is entirely the result of my very happy and fulfilling relationship. She is, without a doubt, the answer to my prayers. I can only hope to be the man she deserves...
So while I turn my attention to bettering myself for her benefit, there will surely be more future periods of blog neglect. I suppose you folks will just have to deal with it. Really, you don't have a choice...
Saturday, July 19, 2008
Quote of the Week
"Those who face that which is actually before them, unburdened by the past, undistracted by the future, these are they who live, who make the best use of their lives; these are those who have found the secret of contentment." - Alban Goodier
Sunday, July 13, 2008
Righteous Anger
Despite the overall goodness of my life right now, the present moment finds me quite irate. My anger is centered around the fact that a very close friend of mine has been deceived, lied to, and ultimately jerked around in the worst sense of the phrase.
The truth of the matter is that the injustice suffered by my friend has absolutely no effect on me, other than the fact that it pisses me off. I will not lose sleep over it, it will have no physical or mental effect on me, and my life will continue uninterrupted. However, (to borrow a phrase from "Gladiator") I am terribly vexed. I suppose when all is said and done I'd like for my friends to at least be treated with respect. Especially by the people they trust.
Sometimes circumstances create a situation when there's simply nothing you can do. Other times a person chooses to do what is easy, because they are too immature or because doing what is right might take some effort on their part.
My friend, being a strong, resilient, faithful young man, will get over it. It would likely have hurt one way or the other. While that may be true, the fact remains that there was a right way and a wrong way to go about this matter, and clearly the wrong way was chosen.
That vexes me. I am terribly vexed.
The truth of the matter is that the injustice suffered by my friend has absolutely no effect on me, other than the fact that it pisses me off. I will not lose sleep over it, it will have no physical or mental effect on me, and my life will continue uninterrupted. However, (to borrow a phrase from "Gladiator") I am terribly vexed. I suppose when all is said and done I'd like for my friends to at least be treated with respect. Especially by the people they trust.
Sometimes circumstances create a situation when there's simply nothing you can do. Other times a person chooses to do what is easy, because they are too immature or because doing what is right might take some effort on their part.
My friend, being a strong, resilient, faithful young man, will get over it. It would likely have hurt one way or the other. While that may be true, the fact remains that there was a right way and a wrong way to go about this matter, and clearly the wrong way was chosen.
That vexes me. I am terribly vexed.
Saturday, July 12, 2008
Quote of the Week
"To love deeply in one direction makes us more loving in all others." - Anne-Sophie Swetchine
Thursday, July 03, 2008
Sunday, June 29, 2008
From the Airwaves
Recently heard on O'Hare tower frequency:
Controller: "United 1234, fly that two twenty heading and contact departure on one two seven point four."
United 1234: "Two twenty heading, twenty seven four, United 1234, GO CUBS!"
Unidentified Voice: "GO CARDINALS!"
Controller: "Who's the Cardinals fan that's not getting off this airport today?"
Unidentified Voice: "Don't be jealous because we win more than every hundred years"
Short moment of silence
Different Unindentified Voice: "He's got you there..."
Controller: "United 1234, fly that two twenty heading and contact departure on one two seven point four."
United 1234: "Two twenty heading, twenty seven four, United 1234, GO CUBS!"
Unidentified Voice: "GO CARDINALS!"
Controller: "Who's the Cardinals fan that's not getting off this airport today?"
Unidentified Voice: "Don't be jealous because we win more than every hundred years"
Short moment of silence
Different Unindentified Voice: "He's got you there..."
Thursday, June 26, 2008
Quote of the Week
"The meeting of two personalities is like the contact of two chemical substances: if there is any reaction, both are transformed." - Carl Jung
Wednesday, June 25, 2008
Band of Brothers
This dream of aviation comes not without its nightmares. Those nightmares usually arrive in the form of shrinking companies, shrinking paychecks, and layoffs. Such is the state of the industry today.
To my brothers and sisters who will find themselves unemployed later this year from Eagle, know that you will be prayed for. Despite inexperience, little rest, and demanding working conditions you still operated safely. Good luck, and God bless.
And the rest of us who remain in this difficult time must remember: despite our low moral and disappointment with these events, the people we carry are loved. They have families and friends who anxiously await their safe return. They look forward to hugs from their children, parents, and grandparents, and handshakes from their coworkers after a job well done. It remains our most heavy responsibility to care for them in their travels, and bring them safely home.
Join me then, all of you who read this blog, in praying for those who have or will be layed off, and also for the safety of the traveling public who remain in our care.
To my brothers and sisters who will find themselves unemployed later this year from Eagle, know that you will be prayed for. Despite inexperience, little rest, and demanding working conditions you still operated safely. Good luck, and God bless.
And the rest of us who remain in this difficult time must remember: despite our low moral and disappointment with these events, the people we carry are loved. They have families and friends who anxiously await their safe return. They look forward to hugs from their children, parents, and grandparents, and handshakes from their coworkers after a job well done. It remains our most heavy responsibility to care for them in their travels, and bring them safely home.
Join me then, all of you who read this blog, in praying for those who have or will be layed off, and also for the safety of the traveling public who remain in our care.
Monday, June 23, 2008
From the Airwaves
Recently heard on O'Hare ground control frequency:
O'Hare Ground Controller - "Eagle flight 1234, double back at echo, alpha, hotel, papa, alpha bridge, at alpha 16 transition to bravo to your gate."
Eagle Flight 1234 - "Over the river and through the woods, Eagle 1234."
O'Hare Ground Controller - "Eagle flight 1234, double back at echo, alpha, hotel, papa, alpha bridge, at alpha 16 transition to bravo to your gate."
Eagle Flight 1234 - "Over the river and through the woods, Eagle 1234."
Sunday, June 22, 2008
LC
"I don't know what you mean to me,
but I want to turn you on, turn you up, figure you out.
I want to take you on." - REM
but I want to turn you on, turn you up, figure you out.
I want to take you on." - REM
Thursday, June 19, 2008
Bundled
The range of human emotion is an astounding thing, but what grabs me most this week is the capacity for more than one emotion to bubble over and overwhelm you.
This particular week brings with it a mix that is almost certainly very common: the crashing together of excitement and anxiety. I had almost forgotten what it was like to have these two somewhat similar yet diametrically opposed emotions yanking you in different directions. Perhaps the good Lord designed them to go hand in hand as often as possible. The forward-looking optimism of pure excitement is tempered by the anxiety telling you the ground will fall out from underneath you any minute.
The end result is a handful of lessons the Lord intends for us to learn. The first, I believe, is to turn to him with our hopes and concerns. The second is to trust in his divine plan. The third, I imagine, is simple patience. Our questions will eventually be answered.
Onward then, for life does not live itself.
This particular week brings with it a mix that is almost certainly very common: the crashing together of excitement and anxiety. I had almost forgotten what it was like to have these two somewhat similar yet diametrically opposed emotions yanking you in different directions. Perhaps the good Lord designed them to go hand in hand as often as possible. The forward-looking optimism of pure excitement is tempered by the anxiety telling you the ground will fall out from underneath you any minute.
The end result is a handful of lessons the Lord intends for us to learn. The first, I believe, is to turn to him with our hopes and concerns. The second is to trust in his divine plan. The third, I imagine, is simple patience. Our questions will eventually be answered.
Onward then, for life does not live itself.
Wednesday, June 18, 2008
Thursday, June 12, 2008
Epilogue
So, after talking about the power of thunderstorms briefly earlier tonight, the power was displayed to me fully. I spent over an hour in the lobby of my hotel in Wichita, KS waiting out a tornado warning. Good thing scheduling agreed to delay our show time in the morning, 'cause that 5am van time probably wasn't going to happen...
Rumble thy Bellyful
At 35,000 feet the thunderstorm looks huge. Your mind is simply not capable of wrapping itself around the fact that the swirling mass of moisture and energy just off your right wing is the size of a small nation. It's so big you feel like you might drag your wingtip through it, even though you're twenty miles away.
It looks so serene from the outside, like a giant marshmellow. Big, white, fluffy, peaceful. We know better. Inside of it, roaring like a wild beast, lies the power to rip your insignificant machine to pieces.
We are so small upon this world, and the awesome power the Lord manifested in a simple thunderstorm is merely the tip of the iceberg.
Lest we forget how truly great he is, or how truly insignificant we are.
It looks so serene from the outside, like a giant marshmellow. Big, white, fluffy, peaceful. We know better. Inside of it, roaring like a wild beast, lies the power to rip your insignificant machine to pieces.
We are so small upon this world, and the awesome power the Lord manifested in a simple thunderstorm is merely the tip of the iceberg.
Lest we forget how truly great he is, or how truly insignificant we are.
Monday, June 09, 2008
Quote of the Week
"Chance is always powerful. Let your hook be always cast; in the pool where you least expect it, there will be a fish." - Ovid
Wednesday, May 28, 2008
Quote of the Week
"But my heroes are the unknown, unheralded airline pilots who fly without incident or accident, making decisions, stopping potential disasters before they happened, flying all night to see dawn through scratchy tired eyes; fighting bad weather in all seasons from ice to thunderstorms; away from home and family at least half of every month... They have taken thousands of people safely from one place to another, across continents and oceans, but few know of them or bestow on them the laurels they deserve - these are my heroes." - Bob Buck
Wednesday, May 21, 2008
Spanning the Globe
Today when I arrived in Chicago on my way to the crew room I came upon something very interesting. There was a crowd of people gathered around the outside of Chilis restaurant, all watching the TV. What was so enthralling to everyone was a sporting event. Not a baseball game, or NBA or NHL playoffs, mind you. Instead, everyone was riveted to the final few moments of the UEFA Champions League Final, which would crown the greatest club soccer team in Europe. Being a soccer fan myself, I maneuvered myself towards the TV to watch as well. What struck me most was the diversity of the crowd. There were, as expected several Englishmen (there are, of course, lots of flights between O'Hare and London), but also gathered 'round were Americans, Hispanics, an Irishman, two Germans, and a handful of Japanese. No other single sporting contest could possibly draw that kind of international audience, I'm sure. As Manchester United defeated Chelsea in penalty kicks, a roar went up from the crowd, and a smile crept across my face.
The Cardinals may be my first love, but there will always be a place in my heart for futbol...
The Cardinals may be my first love, but there will always be a place in my heart for futbol...
Quote of the Week
"I met a young woman who's body was burning. But I met a young girl, she gave me a rainbow.
And I met one man who was wounded in Love." - Bob Dylan
And I met one man who was wounded in Love." - Bob Dylan
Tuesday, May 13, 2008
Quote of the Week
"A person is always startled when he hears himself seriously called an old man for the first time." - Oliver Wendell Holmes
A Many Splendored Thing
Halfway through May and my Redbirds are battling atop the Central Division. (Would it be rude to ask the experts how their crow tastes?)
I love this game...
I love this game...
Sunday, May 11, 2008
Hello Again
It's a pleasure to be with you all again after my too brief, yet very fulfilling journey to Europe. Italy was, as expected, amazing. I would tell you about the trip, but I simply don't have the time or the energy. Besides, you don't have the time or the energy to read that much anyway. Just know that the Pope was very close to me, and I spent nearly 3 whole days at St. Peter's Basilica. Oh, and by the way, I ate gelato every single day...
Friday, April 25, 2008
Quote of the Week
"Pray as if everything depended upon God and work as if everything depended upon man." - Francis Cardinal Spellman
Monday, April 21, 2008
Let the Games Begin
Monday evening brings with it the beginning of softball season. It is a time I particularly enjoy. Competitive sports have long since become a part of my history, as age and inactivity have taken their toll on my body. Now, coed recreational softball is as close as I can get.
My inability to compete at a high level in soccer or rugby make playing either of those sports tedious at best these days. The rolling of the soccer ball especially is merely a reminder that my best days have long since past me by. But softball is different.
In softball, the game itself is enough. I enjoy the thrill of swinging the bat, and the anticipation of playing defense. My horrendous performance aside, the softball diamond still puts a smile on my face where the soccer pitch has now failed me.
Take me out to the ballgame!
My inability to compete at a high level in soccer or rugby make playing either of those sports tedious at best these days. The rolling of the soccer ball especially is merely a reminder that my best days have long since past me by. But softball is different.
In softball, the game itself is enough. I enjoy the thrill of swinging the bat, and the anticipation of playing defense. My horrendous performance aside, the softball diamond still puts a smile on my face where the soccer pitch has now failed me.
Take me out to the ballgame!
Tuesday, April 15, 2008
Quote of the Week
"The greatness comes not when things go always good for you. But the greatness comes when you're really tested, when you take some knocks, some disappointments, when sadness comes. Because only if you've been in the deepest valley can you ever know how magnificent it is to be on the highest mountain." - Richard Nixon
Wednesday, April 09, 2008
Losing Streak
Sometimes in life it feels like you can't win. Like a baseball player slumping, all you can do is grit your teeth, drag yourself to the ballpark every day, and keep swinging.
Sooner or later you'll replace your strikeouts with basehits.
Then maybe you can replace your basehits with homers.
Then again, some ballplayers should recognize when it's time to hang up their spikes...
Sooner or later you'll replace your strikeouts with basehits.
Then maybe you can replace your basehits with homers.
Then again, some ballplayers should recognize when it's time to hang up their spikes...
Tuesday, April 08, 2008
Moments
I've once, then often searched for peace
and found it lay not on the ground,
but high amidst an azure sky
lit brightly by the light of dreams
borne forth from children's eyes...
and found it lay not on the ground,
but high amidst an azure sky
lit brightly by the light of dreams
borne forth from children's eyes...
Monday, April 07, 2008
Riddles in the Dark
Some of life's riddles are perhaps unanswerable. Others, however, require a certain amount of bravado.
It's a bravado I am apparently lacking, as three friends of mine so kindly reminded me this evening. Fear of failure, and loss, and rejection all rob me of any bravery I may have had. All in all, I suppose I am simply not as adventurous a person as I would like to think I am.
Or maybe I just need to be pushed in the right direction...
It's a bravado I am apparently lacking, as three friends of mine so kindly reminded me this evening. Fear of failure, and loss, and rejection all rob me of any bravery I may have had. All in all, I suppose I am simply not as adventurous a person as I would like to think I am.
Or maybe I just need to be pushed in the right direction...
Thursday, April 03, 2008
See ya soon!
I'm leaving the country tomorrow and won't return until next week Tuesday. Hope everyone does well in my absence.
Mi Buenos Aires querido...
Mi Buenos Aires querido...
Sunday, March 30, 2008
Monday, March 24, 2008
Almost Upon Us
The sounds and smells and sights are like distant recollections. They are old friends I haven't seen in too long. Soon, I will no longer need to reach back into my memory to gain some comfort from them. Soon, we will be together again.
This year the winter has been longer and colder than years past. The energy seemed sapped from the frigid air as though it was stolen and carried away in the night. In most cases, we never even got to say, "goodbye."
Ah, but winter's long bitter grasp is faltering... The ravaging cold darkness is giving way...
Very soon we will hear the first hints of their return. There will be a solid, thundering crack, and all who hear it will say, "That sounds like my old friend..." A hint of freshly prepared frank will begin to wisp into the air, and all who smell it will look around themselves to find the source. And then they will see it.
There it will be, just as it was when we left it, nestled amid the cold concrete and steel. The warm, red brick jewel box of summer with it's renewed emerald gem basking in the sunlight!
In just seven days, baseball will be with us once again. And all will be right with the world.
This year the winter has been longer and colder than years past. The energy seemed sapped from the frigid air as though it was stolen and carried away in the night. In most cases, we never even got to say, "goodbye."
Ah, but winter's long bitter grasp is faltering... The ravaging cold darkness is giving way...
Very soon we will hear the first hints of their return. There will be a solid, thundering crack, and all who hear it will say, "That sounds like my old friend..." A hint of freshly prepared frank will begin to wisp into the air, and all who smell it will look around themselves to find the source. And then they will see it.
There it will be, just as it was when we left it, nestled amid the cold concrete and steel. The warm, red brick jewel box of summer with it's renewed emerald gem basking in the sunlight!
In just seven days, baseball will be with us once again. And all will be right with the world.
Quote of the Week
"People ask me what I do in winter when there's no baseball. I'll tell you what I do. I stare out the window and wait for spring." - Rogers Hornsby
Tuesday, March 18, 2008
Just a Little Higher...
On the ground everything is gray. The tarmac, the terminal building, the sky, the horizon. A cold drizzle falls. Such is the state of this Chicago afternoon. Number six in line for departure, all checklists complete, waiting for our turn to blast off into the murk. Just another day.
"Eagle flight 436, runway three two left, tango ten, clear for takeoff, turn right heading zero four zero."
Before takeoff checklist complete, thrust set. The gray world outside accelerates past the cockpit as drops of water race each other towards the top of my windshield.
"Vee one. Rotate"
The sound of the tires on the pavement ceases, and almost as quickly, the once prominent gray surrounds us with its impenetrable shroud.
We accelerate. We climb. We are blind. Only the light of a computer screen hints at our progress. Our focus is directed solely upon that screen as though every other thing in the world has ceased to exist. With the blind faith of zealots we follow as the screen leads us deeper into the gray nothing. We accelerate. We climb.
There is little warning. Only a brief silvering of the once impenetrable gray alerts us just before we burst forth.
Light! Glorious, drenching, warm sunlight! The enveloping gray is powerless! Below us is a pearled white landscape, and above us is the clearest blue sky imaginable, stretching out as though it has no end in the universe. Just like that, the gray is forgotten...
If ever you are in search of joy, you need only accelerate, and climb.
It is always a beautiful day above the clouds.
"Eagle flight 436, runway three two left, tango ten, clear for takeoff, turn right heading zero four zero."
Before takeoff checklist complete, thrust set. The gray world outside accelerates past the cockpit as drops of water race each other towards the top of my windshield.
"Vee one. Rotate"
The sound of the tires on the pavement ceases, and almost as quickly, the once prominent gray surrounds us with its impenetrable shroud.
We accelerate. We climb. We are blind. Only the light of a computer screen hints at our progress. Our focus is directed solely upon that screen as though every other thing in the world has ceased to exist. With the blind faith of zealots we follow as the screen leads us deeper into the gray nothing. We accelerate. We climb.
There is little warning. Only a brief silvering of the once impenetrable gray alerts us just before we burst forth.
Light! Glorious, drenching, warm sunlight! The enveloping gray is powerless! Below us is a pearled white landscape, and above us is the clearest blue sky imaginable, stretching out as though it has no end in the universe. Just like that, the gray is forgotten...
If ever you are in search of joy, you need only accelerate, and climb.
It is always a beautiful day above the clouds.
Monday, March 10, 2008
No Rest
They say there is no rest for the weary.
When I am no longer weary, and therefore able to get some rest, I will devote more time to this blog.
When I am no longer weary, and therefore able to get some rest, I will devote more time to this blog.
Wednesday, February 27, 2008
Quote of the Week
"The great man is he who in the midst of the crowd keeps with perfect sweetness the independence of solitude." - Ralph Waldo Emerson
Healthy At Last!
The bug that's been going around got to me last week. To put it as mildly as possible, I was homebound and miserable for 5 straight days.
We as human beings think we're so smart and so powerful. It must be to God's great amusement that the tiniest of creatures wield such enormous sway over us...
The joke is most likely on us I imagine. But no matter, I feel human once again, and I'm off to work tomorrow. Wish me luck!
We as human beings think we're so smart and so powerful. It must be to God's great amusement that the tiniest of creatures wield such enormous sway over us...
The joke is most likely on us I imagine. But no matter, I feel human once again, and I'm off to work tomorrow. Wish me luck!
Wednesday, February 20, 2008
Wednesday, February 13, 2008
Friday, February 08, 2008
Does it get any Better?
The last couple of months at work have been at times highly challenging. Weather and maintainance problems have conspired to make the job unpredictable, and things have not been smooth. It is interesting however, that I find myself thrilled to be where I am despite these recent difficulties.
The entire experience of this career is remarkable. Take these two contrasting examples for instance:
The peace and tranquility of gliding through a moonlit night is nearly unimaginable. The snow-covered ground slips by underneath you as the multitude of stars keeps silent watch above. Only a few quiet lights in the cockpit serve to remind you of your duties, keeping you from loosing yourself entirely in the beauty surrounding you.
The exhileration of bursting out of the clouds mere seconds from touching down on a runway your instruments promised was there is intoxicating. The roar of the wind screaming past your landing gear fills the cockpit as you refocus your eyes to the outside world. Suddenly, almost magically, the grey nothingness has given way to grey runway, complete with bright flashing lights of all kinds. It is almost as though you can feel and hear nothing. All that exists is the adrenaline in your veins, the aircraft, and the pavement just a few feet away.
I am so truely blessed.
The entire experience of this career is remarkable. Take these two contrasting examples for instance:
The peace and tranquility of gliding through a moonlit night is nearly unimaginable. The snow-covered ground slips by underneath you as the multitude of stars keeps silent watch above. Only a few quiet lights in the cockpit serve to remind you of your duties, keeping you from loosing yourself entirely in the beauty surrounding you.
The exhileration of bursting out of the clouds mere seconds from touching down on a runway your instruments promised was there is intoxicating. The roar of the wind screaming past your landing gear fills the cockpit as you refocus your eyes to the outside world. Suddenly, almost magically, the grey nothingness has given way to grey runway, complete with bright flashing lights of all kinds. It is almost as though you can feel and hear nothing. All that exists is the adrenaline in your veins, the aircraft, and the pavement just a few feet away.
I am so truely blessed.
Thursday, February 07, 2008
What Gives?
Tonight I received the strangest proposition I've ever received in my life.
The dynamic between men and women is perhaps the strangest part of this human existance. It is at all times intoxicating, confusing, and completely non-sensicle. I suspect that no one has ever truely figured it out. Some people are just better at getting used to it than others.
Unfortunately, learning how to get used to it is about as easy as taking a boot to the stones. Very often it feels the same way too...
The dynamic between men and women is perhaps the strangest part of this human existance. It is at all times intoxicating, confusing, and completely non-sensicle. I suspect that no one has ever truely figured it out. Some people are just better at getting used to it than others.
Unfortunately, learning how to get used to it is about as easy as taking a boot to the stones. Very often it feels the same way too...
Sunday, February 03, 2008
Monday, January 28, 2008
Grasping at Air
When you've dreamed about something for your whole life it's hard to explain the feeling of almost being able to touch it. I say almost, because sometimes it just happens to be there, on the horizon, beckoning you. You can almost feel it in your grasp, and your imagination begins running wild at the thought of being on the cusp of something great.
Time slows down to an impossible crawl once you've spotted your goals on that horizon, and the harder you stretch, the longer it seems to take...
Time slows down to an impossible crawl once you've spotted your goals on that horizon, and the harder you stretch, the longer it seems to take...
Friday, January 25, 2008
Quote of the Week
"We hold these truths to be self evident, that all men are created equal, that they are endowed by their Creator with certain unalienable rights, that among these are life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness." - United States Declaration of Independence
Saturday, January 19, 2008
Silent Night
Tonight as we flew from Chicago to Moline, I had a moment. The moon lit the earth with a dim, gray light, and the snow-covered upper midwest reflected the pearled luminesence towards the sky. From twenty six thousand feet, with the sky slipping silently past my window, I knew what peace and beauty were really meant to be.
I love my job.
I love my job.
Wednesday, January 09, 2008
Riddles in the Dark...
Life often has more questions than it has answers. It is interesting to ponder whether the search for those answers is what drives us. Unfortunately, I feel as though the search for answers may often drive us down a road we would be better off avoiding.
If we had all the answers life would be boring indeed, and some questions are better left unanswered anyway.
The truth may be out there, but do you really want to know?
If we had all the answers life would be boring indeed, and some questions are better left unanswered anyway.
The truth may be out there, but do you really want to know?
Tuesday, January 08, 2008
Quote of the Week
"Think not those faithful who praise all thy words and actions; but those who kindly reprove thy faults." - Socrates
Sunday, December 30, 2007
Quote of the Week
"While one person hesitates because he feels inferior, the other is busy making mistakes and becoming superior." - Henry C. Link
Tuesday, December 25, 2007
Thursday, December 20, 2007
Quote of the Week
"People are more violently opposed to fur than leather because it's safer to harass rich women than motorcycle gangs." - Anonymous
Reunions
Tonight as I arrived home from work I witnessed something special. I was exiting security on my way to the Metrolink along with a crowd of passengers, when the young lady in front of me threw her arms up and ran towards what appeared to be her parents. "Welcome home," her mother exclaimed.
I wonder how many times scenes like these play out in airports across the world. How many grandchildren have run out of security to leap into their grandparents' arms? How many service men and women have come home to their loved ones? How many happy reunions does aviation make possible?
The best part: I get to be a part of making these moments happen.
I wonder how many times scenes like these play out in airports across the world. How many grandchildren have run out of security to leap into their grandparents' arms? How many service men and women have come home to their loved ones? How many happy reunions does aviation make possible?
The best part: I get to be a part of making these moments happen.
Friday, December 14, 2007
Paradise Lost
My career was dealt quite a blow today.
President Bush signed into law an edict proclaiming that airline pilots would be allowed to fly until they turn 65. Prior to this ruling, the mandatory retirement age in the industry was 60. With no mandatory retirements for the next 5 years, the upward mobility of my career has all but been frozen.
This dream of flight comes not without its nightmares...
President Bush signed into law an edict proclaiming that airline pilots would be allowed to fly until they turn 65. Prior to this ruling, the mandatory retirement age in the industry was 60. With no mandatory retirements for the next 5 years, the upward mobility of my career has all but been frozen.
This dream of flight comes not without its nightmares...
A Sigh of Relief
As the revelation of the Mitchell Steriod Report loomed yesterday morning, rumors were rampant that All Star and all around good guy Albert Pujols would be implicated. St. Louis, already gun-shy after Mark McGwire's awful testimony on Capitol Hill, braced for impact...
Over 70 names were divulged in the report, along with details regarding their purchase and use of various performance enhancing substances. El Hombre was not among them, and Redbird Nation released the collective breath it had been holding.
The accomplishments of Albert Pujols are not Ruthian. They are not comparable to Mays, or Mantle, or Cobb. The accomplishments of Albert Pujols cannot be compared to anything in the history of the game because they have never been seen before. No one in the history of the game of baseball has begun their career with 7 seasons of .300 / 30 / 100 production. Not Musial, or Williams, or Aaron.
I hope no one ever again compares Albert's accomplishments to those of Barry Bonds.
Over 70 names were divulged in the report, along with details regarding their purchase and use of various performance enhancing substances. El Hombre was not among them, and Redbird Nation released the collective breath it had been holding.
The accomplishments of Albert Pujols are not Ruthian. They are not comparable to Mays, or Mantle, or Cobb. The accomplishments of Albert Pujols cannot be compared to anything in the history of the game because they have never been seen before. No one in the history of the game of baseball has begun their career with 7 seasons of .300 / 30 / 100 production. Not Musial, or Williams, or Aaron.
I hope no one ever again compares Albert's accomplishments to those of Barry Bonds.
Saturday, December 08, 2007
From the Airwaves
Recently heard on Chicago Center's frequency:
Controller - "American 1234 increase speed to 310 or better."
Controller - "American 1234 increase speed to 310 or better."
No Response
Controller - "American 1234 increase speed to 310 or better please."
No Response
Controller - "American 1234 how do you hear this radio?"
No Response
Controller - "American 1234 how do you read?"
American 1234 - "From left to right sir, how 'bout you?"
Thursday, December 06, 2007
Wednesday, December 05, 2007
Thursday, November 29, 2007
What an industry
Yesterday my employer was put up for sale.
It's an interesting feeling to have absolutely no idea what the future of your career might be. Just 24 hours ago everything seemed very stable. Now it's anyone's best guess...
The same thing happened to Continental Express, and it didn't work out so well for them...
It's an interesting feeling to have absolutely no idea what the future of your career might be. Just 24 hours ago everything seemed very stable. Now it's anyone's best guess...
The same thing happened to Continental Express, and it didn't work out so well for them...
Thursday, November 22, 2007
ReRun
It is yet another holiday, and yet again, I am alone in a hotel room, far from family and friends. I suppose I'm starting to get used to this feeling. However, the fact that tonight's Thanksgiving dinner was comprised of chex mix didn't help matters. The only thing open nearby was a sports bar. Go figure.
Still, I have many things to be thankful for. Not least of which is the fact that I continue to live my dream of flying airplanes for a living.
In order to achieve your dreams you must make sacrifices...
Still, I have many things to be thankful for. Not least of which is the fact that I continue to live my dream of flying airplanes for a living.
In order to achieve your dreams you must make sacrifices...
Quote of the Week
"The greatest trick the devil ever pulled was convincing the world he didn't exist." Verbil Kent (from The Usual Suspects)
From the Airwaves
Recently heard on Jacksonville Center's frequency:
Virgin 1234 "Jax center, Virgin 1234 heavy checking in with you at 360"
Jax Center "Virgin 1234 heavy, roger."
Unidentified voice "Perhaps if you weren't so heavy you wouldn't be a virgin..."
Thanx to Russell for this contribution!
Virgin 1234 "Jax center, Virgin 1234 heavy checking in with you at 360"
Jax Center "Virgin 1234 heavy, roger."
Unidentified voice "Perhaps if you weren't so heavy you wouldn't be a virgin..."
Thanx to Russell for this contribution!
Monday, November 12, 2007
Quote of the Week
"Son, in 35 years of religious study I have come up with only two hard, incontrovertable facts: There is a God, and I'm not him." - Fr. Cavanaugh (From "Rudy")
Send the Volley Cheer on High
The mystique of the University of Notre Dame is something that has always captured my imagination. I have never been a student there, or even seen the school in person until Saturday. Somehow though, through a combination of the almost mythical football program and my Catholic disposition, I have always felt a fondness for the Golden Dome.
Back to Saturday. Thanks to the generosity of my good friend Caroline Cole, I was able to purchase two tickets for the Notre Dame vs Air Force game at Southbend this weekend. Needless to say, I was extremely excited. The anticipation of the event had been building now for several months, as I had never been to a college football game of any kind, nor been to the campus of Notre Dame. The day came, and it did not disappoint...
I worked until Friday afternoon and then spent the night in Chicago at my buddy Jim's house. Jim, an Irish Catholic, had at least a passing interest in the game, but perhaps a greater interest in seeing the school itself. We drove to South Bend on Saturday morning and ventured into the campus, where we met Caroline. She proved to be a mediocre at best tour guide... However, we were shown around part of the campus as well as inside the Basilica of the Sacred Heart. The Basilica was a busy place, no doubt due to the well documented struggles of the Fighting Irish...
Despite a miserable season, Notre Dame Stadium was packed full for the game. Most fans in attendance left disappointed... The team, as has become habit this year, played poorly and lost by a rather large margin. The experience, however, was incredible. Our seats were right behind the student section, and watching nearly the entire student population act as one cheering on their Irish was reason enough to be entertained.
After the game, Caroline escorted us to the dining hall where a "candlelit" dinner was served to all students and anyone else willing to pay for the meal. The dining hall and the food were imaculate, making the food I ate in college look as though it came from a dumpster...
Well there is a rather straightforward description of my one and only Notre Dame experience. I still haven't figured out a good way to put into words my emotions and feelings during the visit. The Basilica, the Grotto, the stadium... Perhaps I was on sensory overload. There, in a place where some of the finest thought from some of the finest Catholic minds is produced, I simply could not take it all in.
Many thanx to Jim for his hospitality, generosity, and willingness to drive.
Many thanx to Caroline, who made this small dream possible.
Cheer, cheer for old Notre Dame!
Wake up the echoes cheering her name!
Send the volley cheer on high,
Shake down the thunder from the sky!
What though the odds be, great or small,
Old Notre Dame will win over all,
While her loyal sons are marching onward to victory!
Back to Saturday. Thanks to the generosity of my good friend Caroline Cole, I was able to purchase two tickets for the Notre Dame vs Air Force game at Southbend this weekend. Needless to say, I was extremely excited. The anticipation of the event had been building now for several months, as I had never been to a college football game of any kind, nor been to the campus of Notre Dame. The day came, and it did not disappoint...
I worked until Friday afternoon and then spent the night in Chicago at my buddy Jim's house. Jim, an Irish Catholic, had at least a passing interest in the game, but perhaps a greater interest in seeing the school itself. We drove to South Bend on Saturday morning and ventured into the campus, where we met Caroline. She proved to be a mediocre at best tour guide... However, we were shown around part of the campus as well as inside the Basilica of the Sacred Heart. The Basilica was a busy place, no doubt due to the well documented struggles of the Fighting Irish...
Despite a miserable season, Notre Dame Stadium was packed full for the game. Most fans in attendance left disappointed... The team, as has become habit this year, played poorly and lost by a rather large margin. The experience, however, was incredible. Our seats were right behind the student section, and watching nearly the entire student population act as one cheering on their Irish was reason enough to be entertained.
After the game, Caroline escorted us to the dining hall where a "candlelit" dinner was served to all students and anyone else willing to pay for the meal. The dining hall and the food were imaculate, making the food I ate in college look as though it came from a dumpster...
Well there is a rather straightforward description of my one and only Notre Dame experience. I still haven't figured out a good way to put into words my emotions and feelings during the visit. The Basilica, the Grotto, the stadium... Perhaps I was on sensory overload. There, in a place where some of the finest thought from some of the finest Catholic minds is produced, I simply could not take it all in.
Many thanx to Jim for his hospitality, generosity, and willingness to drive.
Many thanx to Caroline, who made this small dream possible.
Cheer, cheer for old Notre Dame!
Wake up the echoes cheering her name!
Send the volley cheer on high,
Shake down the thunder from the sky!
What though the odds be, great or small,
Old Notre Dame will win over all,
While her loyal sons are marching onward to victory!
Thursday, November 08, 2007
I Should Have Called in Sick
So day two...
Two more airplane swaps due to maintenance, and we fell so far behind that I lost my Memphis overnight. So instead, I hustled over to United for the last flight home, and here I am. I guess I can't complain too much, I do get to sleep in my own bed.
Tomorrow of course, I have to be absolutely certain I'm at work on time... Just so I can go to Marquette, Michigan.
Livin' the dream...
Two more airplane swaps due to maintenance, and we fell so far behind that I lost my Memphis overnight. So instead, I hustled over to United for the last flight home, and here I am. I guess I can't complain too much, I do get to sleep in my own bed.
Tomorrow of course, I have to be absolutely certain I'm at work on time... Just so I can go to Marquette, Michigan.
Livin' the dream...
Wednesday, November 07, 2007
Cold Bucket of Water
This was my first day back to work from vacation, and it was not exactly a triumphant return. The day started with a maintenance problem which led to an airplane swap. Later, we went to JFK, which was, as always, challenging. (New Yorkers! Ugh!) Then there was holding into Cleveland thanx to freezing rain, low visibility, and obscenely high winds. Toss in a 2 hour and 35 minute delay to O'Hare, and you've got a day served straight from hell. Great way to get welcomed back to work huh?
As I descended through the clouds and torrents of rain into Cleveland, with the wind whipping about at over 40 MPH and the adrenaline coursing through my veins, I knew there was nowhere I would rather be...
As I descended through the clouds and torrents of rain into Cleveland, with the wind whipping about at over 40 MPH and the adrenaline coursing through my veins, I knew there was nowhere I would rather be...
Monday, November 05, 2007
Quote of the Week
"Remember, remember the fifth of November,
The gunpowder, treason and plot.
I know of no reason the gunpowder treason
Should ever be forgot." - Lancelot Andrewes
The gunpowder, treason and plot.
I know of no reason the gunpowder treason
Should ever be forgot." - Lancelot Andrewes
Wednesday, October 31, 2007
Renewal
Tonight I returned to the field.
Two goals and an assist later, our team walked away with a 5-2 victory.
I played a slow game, but I suppose it was effective. There were, of course, several occasions when I lost my temper.
Two goals should have been 4...
Two goals and an assist later, our team walked away with a 5-2 victory.
I played a slow game, but I suppose it was effective. There were, of course, several occasions when I lost my temper.
Two goals should have been 4...
Monday, October 29, 2007
Culture
On Friday night I attended the finest concert of my life. A friend of mine invited me to the Saint Louis Symphony Orchestra, and it was wonderful. Most of you would probably not have pegged me to be a great fan of classical music, and you'd be right; It is not a passion of mine. However, the music, coupled with the conduction of the orchestra and the musicians created an amazing visual and audial experience.
It was quite amazing to watch Maestro Slatkin conduct the symphony. The level of coordination and complexity would boggle the mind of even the greatest football coach. The individuality of each musician was also quite intriguing. Beyond the obvious differences between the instruments each musician wielded, there were other, more subtle intricacies. Some of the protagonists where extremely animated in their seats, bobbing and gyrating along with the music. Others sat almost motionless aside from whatever actions were absolutely necessary to manipulate their instruments. The precision, detail, and teamwork required to produce the beautiful melodies was astounding, and the fact that it came from a large group of diverse individuals made it even more impressive.
I have decided that I will make a concerted (pun intended) effort to attend the symphony on a more regular basis.
Who wants to join me?
It was quite amazing to watch Maestro Slatkin conduct the symphony. The level of coordination and complexity would boggle the mind of even the greatest football coach. The individuality of each musician was also quite intriguing. Beyond the obvious differences between the instruments each musician wielded, there were other, more subtle intricacies. Some of the protagonists where extremely animated in their seats, bobbing and gyrating along with the music. Others sat almost motionless aside from whatever actions were absolutely necessary to manipulate their instruments. The precision, detail, and teamwork required to produce the beautiful melodies was astounding, and the fact that it came from a large group of diverse individuals made it even more impressive.
I have decided that I will make a concerted (pun intended) effort to attend the symphony on a more regular basis.
Who wants to join me?
Quote of the Week
"When you're part of a team, you stand up for your teammates. Your loyalty is to them. You protect them through good and bad, because they'd do the same for you." - Yogi Berra
Sunday, October 21, 2007
Goatee
I'm sporting a goatee these days, much to the consternation of my 8 year old niece. Basically, I'm on vacation and don't feel like shaving my chin. Therefore, I'm not going to. I'll have no choice but to remove the hair when I return to work, but such is life. In the meantime, I get to be lazy. The sacrifice is I don't get kisses from my niece...
Tuesday, October 16, 2007
Quote of the Week
"No more important duty can be urged upon those who are entering the great theater of life than simple loyalty to their best convictions." - Edwin Hubbel Chapin
I Can't Win
I walked away from the game of soccer because after playing I usually felt disgusted with myself and frustrated.
Tonight, despite only watching the game, I still walked away disgusted with myself and frustrated.
After watching the squad suffer a rather ugly 10-1 loss, I couldn't help but notice the fact that the team was better off with me on the field than without me. I realize, of course, that I have just made an enormously arrogant statement, but I'm trying to be real here, so bare with me.
Despite the current state of disrepair my soccer skills are in, the simple fact is that I remain comfortable with the ball at my feet, and perhaps the one thing that I have not lost as I have aged is my vision upon the field. My lack of speed or stamina not withstanding, I am undoubtedly still an asset to the group of players I left behind.
The realization that the team is clearly worse off without me nearly made me sick to my stomach. The reason: I hung my teammates out to dry by abandoning them. I know, I know, that sounds really melodramatic, but it's true.
Now I am faced with a difficult choice:
Do I continue to wrestle with my explosive temper and frustrations in a return to the field?
Or do I turn my back on my teammates and walk away.
Two roads diverged in the wood...
Tonight, despite only watching the game, I still walked away disgusted with myself and frustrated.
After watching the squad suffer a rather ugly 10-1 loss, I couldn't help but notice the fact that the team was better off with me on the field than without me. I realize, of course, that I have just made an enormously arrogant statement, but I'm trying to be real here, so bare with me.
Despite the current state of disrepair my soccer skills are in, the simple fact is that I remain comfortable with the ball at my feet, and perhaps the one thing that I have not lost as I have aged is my vision upon the field. My lack of speed or stamina not withstanding, I am undoubtedly still an asset to the group of players I left behind.
The realization that the team is clearly worse off without me nearly made me sick to my stomach. The reason: I hung my teammates out to dry by abandoning them. I know, I know, that sounds really melodramatic, but it's true.
Now I am faced with a difficult choice:
Do I continue to wrestle with my explosive temper and frustrations in a return to the field?
Or do I turn my back on my teammates and walk away.
Two roads diverged in the wood...
Sunday, October 14, 2007
VACAY!!!!!
Vacation is here! So far I have plans to travel to Belize, Asheville, and Seattle. Further plans TBD...
Tuesday, October 09, 2007
41!
Why am I excited about a number, you might ask...
Because that was my score over nine holes today at the Forest Park Golf Course. The best nine holes I've ever played in my life.
Next week I'll probably shot a 54...
Because that was my score over nine holes today at the Forest Park Golf Course. The best nine holes I've ever played in my life.
Next week I'll probably shot a 54...
Monday, October 08, 2007
Quote of the Week
"I'm afraid that some times
you'll play lonely games too.
Games you can't win
'cause you'll play against you."
- Dr. Seuss
you'll play lonely games too.
Games you can't win
'cause you'll play against you."
- Dr. Seuss
Alas
"El futbol no se juega con los pies. Se juega con el corazon." - Bora Milutinovic
If you can't translate this, too bad.
That quote is exactly the reason I have retired from the game of soccer. Those of you who know me know that I am a passionate person. In a lot of ways, about a lot of different things, I'm all or nothing. Futbol is one of those things that is driven within me by passion. Unfortunately, I am desperately unable to disconnect that passion and simply enjoy playing the game. My intense desire to compete at my highest level leaves me frustrated and angry these days.
If I were to measure the player I am today against the player I was 5 - 7 years ago you would find that the younger me was a far superior futbolista. I was quick, agile, talented. Today, I find myself becoming slower, heavier, and less fluid.
In my heart I am still the athlete of 5 years ago. On the field, however, I am a former athlete.
I will miss the game.
I love the game.
If you can't translate this, too bad.
That quote is exactly the reason I have retired from the game of soccer. Those of you who know me know that I am a passionate person. In a lot of ways, about a lot of different things, I'm all or nothing. Futbol is one of those things that is driven within me by passion. Unfortunately, I am desperately unable to disconnect that passion and simply enjoy playing the game. My intense desire to compete at my highest level leaves me frustrated and angry these days.
If I were to measure the player I am today against the player I was 5 - 7 years ago you would find that the younger me was a far superior futbolista. I was quick, agile, talented. Today, I find myself becoming slower, heavier, and less fluid.
In my heart I am still the athlete of 5 years ago. On the field, however, I am a former athlete.
I will miss the game.
I love the game.
Monday, October 01, 2007
Ends
And just like that, it's over.
It's October, and I am not running my hands over freshly printed playoff tickets. There will be no fall electricity this year. No throngs of red-clad faithful filling the downtown streets as the weather cools. For the first time in three years there will be no magic in the air in St. Louis as the leaves change.
Pitchers and catchers report in late February. It can't come soon enough.
Despite the difficulties, the frustrations, and the futility, we will be there, red-clad and rejuvinated when the season begins anew in April.
Here, in St. Louis, we pledge allegiance to the St. Louis Cardinals,
and to the republic for which they stand:
Cardinal Nation, united, undaunted, and always faithful.
We were with you all the way in 2007, and we'll be with you all the way in 2008.
Go Cardinals!
It's October, and I am not running my hands over freshly printed playoff tickets. There will be no fall electricity this year. No throngs of red-clad faithful filling the downtown streets as the weather cools. For the first time in three years there will be no magic in the air in St. Louis as the leaves change.
Pitchers and catchers report in late February. It can't come soon enough.
Despite the difficulties, the frustrations, and the futility, we will be there, red-clad and rejuvinated when the season begins anew in April.
Here, in St. Louis, we pledge allegiance to the St. Louis Cardinals,
and to the republic for which they stand:
Cardinal Nation, united, undaunted, and always faithful.
We were with you all the way in 2007, and we'll be with you all the way in 2008.
Go Cardinals!
Friday, September 28, 2007
Help
The Cardinals are playing out their last few meaningless games. The warm weather is fast coming to an end.
I need a pick-me-up.
I need a pick-me-up.
Saturday, September 22, 2007
Thursday, September 20, 2007
Quote of the Week
"A ship in a safe harbor is safe, but that is not what a ship is built for." - William Shedd
Tuesday, September 18, 2007
Anonymous
I look forward to hearing from you, Anonymous.
Thank you for taking the time.
airworthiness145@gmail.com
Thank you for taking the time.
airworthiness145@gmail.com
Reminders
It took just a short while for three seperate people to tell me how foolish I was to abandon hope in my love life. Others followed suit outside of this blog. Nearly all of them posed a very simple question: What do you think God wants for you?
Why is it so easy to lose faith in the plan that God has for your life? I wonder often if I am simply a man of weak faith. Perhaps others were blessed to be constructed of stronger stuff.
Whatever the case, I suppose all I can say now is this: I am not renewing my search. However, I am not shutting the door either.
Whatever, whenever, and whoever the Lord has intended for me, so be it. His will be done.
Why is it so easy to lose faith in the plan that God has for your life? I wonder often if I am simply a man of weak faith. Perhaps others were blessed to be constructed of stronger stuff.
Whatever the case, I suppose all I can say now is this: I am not renewing my search. However, I am not shutting the door either.
Whatever, whenever, and whoever the Lord has intended for me, so be it. His will be done.
Good Bye For Now, Dear Friend...
Tonight I attended the last Cardinal game that I will see in person this year. It has been a difficult season, to say the least. Lack of pitching, injuries, etc etc...
It is with great sadness that I walked out of Busch Stadium tonight. Knowing I would not step back through those magical gates or gaze upon that emerald diamond again until April nearly brought a tear to my eye. It was with even greater sadness, considering the outcome of tonight's game. (Swing the bat, Russell!) I will not watch a baseball game in October at Busch Stadium for the first time in 3 years, and that saddens me most of all.
Until next year, dear friend. I will likely pass by your wonderful facade in the offseason to see how you are doing. We will be together again soon...
It is with great sadness that I walked out of Busch Stadium tonight. Knowing I would not step back through those magical gates or gaze upon that emerald diamond again until April nearly brought a tear to my eye. It was with even greater sadness, considering the outcome of tonight's game. (Swing the bat, Russell!) I will not watch a baseball game in October at Busch Stadium for the first time in 3 years, and that saddens me most of all.
Until next year, dear friend. I will likely pass by your wonderful facade in the offseason to see how you are doing. We will be together again soon...
Monday, September 17, 2007
Dear Anonymous
In light of my earlier posting and your response I suppose it would be remiss of me not to acknowledge the history of pain that I have inflicted upon my former love interests. Whether through cowardice, or disrespect, or whatever other mistakes I have made, there can be no doubt that I have left an unfortunate tale of woe in my wake as well.
I continue to wonder at your identity, Anonymous, and though I wish I could make this statement to you more personally, I suppose this medium will have to do.
I don't know who you are, or what I did to you, Anonymous, but I'm sure your negative thoughts about me were justified. For whatever suffering you endured at my hands please accept my apologies. Your well wishes are truly appreciated, and prove that you must be an extraordinary person. Thank you.
I suppose, in the end, that I should address this posting to all the various women who deserved so much more than I gave to them. Chris, Becky, Patti, Andrea. Other names may escape my mind at this time.
Please accept my apologies, ladies. Know that without fail you have all been in my prayers.
And to you, Anonymous, I will once again ask that you reveal yourself. You deserve a better apology than I can provide here. If this place is too public for your taste, then I ask that you email me. If you do not have my email address, ask and I will provide it for you.
I hope that I will hear from you soon.
I continue to wonder at your identity, Anonymous, and though I wish I could make this statement to you more personally, I suppose this medium will have to do.
I don't know who you are, or what I did to you, Anonymous, but I'm sure your negative thoughts about me were justified. For whatever suffering you endured at my hands please accept my apologies. Your well wishes are truly appreciated, and prove that you must be an extraordinary person. Thank you.
I suppose, in the end, that I should address this posting to all the various women who deserved so much more than I gave to them. Chris, Becky, Patti, Andrea. Other names may escape my mind at this time.
Please accept my apologies, ladies. Know that without fail you have all been in my prayers.
And to you, Anonymous, I will once again ask that you reveal yourself. You deserve a better apology than I can provide here. If this place is too public for your taste, then I ask that you email me. If you do not have my email address, ask and I will provide it for you.
I hope that I will hear from you soon.
Saturday, September 15, 2007
Quote of the Week
"I have spent nearly all the love that I have on death and unrequittance. What little I have left I will save for the sky. Women, it seems, are not worth it."
Tired
I give up.
I have exhausted all the patience that I have for the games, lies, and various other misfortunes involved in the world of dating. The results of my searching have led me to nothing but heartache and deceit. Anger, sadness, disillusionment. These are the words that best describe the history of my love life.
"La donna e mobile cual pluma al vento..." Woman is as fickle as a feather in the wind. How true it is. One minute you might capture their imagination, but the next minute you mean very little to them. Rest assured that answers or explanation are not forthcoming. You will merely be left to wonder what went wrong, and why you weren't good enough. Interesting that this seems to be a recurring theme this week...
As I opened this posting, so I will end it. I give up. I no longer have the heart to pursue the opposite sex. The only thing I have found in that pursuit has been pain and frustration. Though I may end my days alone at least I shall have peace.
I have exhausted all the patience that I have for the games, lies, and various other misfortunes involved in the world of dating. The results of my searching have led me to nothing but heartache and deceit. Anger, sadness, disillusionment. These are the words that best describe the history of my love life.
"La donna e mobile cual pluma al vento..." Woman is as fickle as a feather in the wind. How true it is. One minute you might capture their imagination, but the next minute you mean very little to them. Rest assured that answers or explanation are not forthcoming. You will merely be left to wonder what went wrong, and why you weren't good enough. Interesting that this seems to be a recurring theme this week...
As I opened this posting, so I will end it. I give up. I no longer have the heart to pursue the opposite sex. The only thing I have found in that pursuit has been pain and frustration. Though I may end my days alone at least I shall have peace.
Thursday, September 13, 2007
Anonymous
Today, a comment was left under the posting entitled, "What Really Matters."
It was an insightful bit of thought, and I'm curious to know who posted it...
Who are you, Anonymous?
It was an insightful bit of thought, and I'm curious to know who posted it...
Who are you, Anonymous?
Wednesday, September 05, 2007
Pilot Talk
Most of you probably already know I like nicknames. In fact, if you're reading this blog, it must be because I know you, and chances are I have a nickname for you. (Isn't that right, Fish, BenDo, Russell the Love Muscle, T-Fany, Dre...)
Today I want to talk about aviation nicknames. Pilots are, as most of you know, an irreverent group of individuals, so it should come as no surprise that we've come up with some creative, slightly inappropriate nicknames for many things in our business. I'm only going to serve you up a small taste of the many aviation nicknames that float around in my world...
Airplanes
First and foremost, obviously there must be nicknames for the machines we drive. Here are some of my favorites:
Fairchild Metroliner - Aliases: The San Antonio Sewer Pipe, The Free Caster Disaster.
This aircraft was manufactured in San Antonio, and had a screwy free castering nose wheel steering system that led to several losses of control at high speeds. A true marvel of Texas ingenuity.
McDonald Douglas MD-80 - Alias: The Long Beach Death Tube.
Designed and built in Long Beach, CA, the MD-80 earned its nickname after an Alaska Airlines flight plummeted into the Pacific Ocean off the coast of California due to a pitch trim failure.
Boeing 737 - Alias: Guppy
Look at it from the side. It's pretty obvious...
Boeing 747-400 - Alias: The Whale
It really is that big...
Any aircraft built by Airbus Industrie - Aliases: Scarebus, Skytrash, Eurotrash
This family of airplanes, designed and built in Europe, gives its central computer more authority than it gives the pilot. We don't really like that much...
Boeing 777 - Alias: Bigfoot
The triple 7 has the largest main landing gear assembly in commercial aviation.
Douglas Company DC-9 - Alias: Greasy 9
They're old, they're worn out, and Northwest refuses to retire them, despite the grease and oil that constantly leaks from their rusty innards.
Airports and Cities
It should come as no surprise that we've aptly (and detractingly) created nicknames for some of our least favorite locations...
Newark Liberty Airport - Aliases: The Sewer, Sewark.
It smells like New Jersey. 'Nuff said.
New York LaGuardia Airport - Alias: LaGarbage.
It smells like New York. 'Nuff said.
Philadelphia, PA - Alias: Filthydelphia.
The people are rude and the town sucks.
Cincinatti, OH - Alias: Cincinasty
Not much fun here either.
Pensacola, FL - Alias: Penis
We're not a very imaginative group...
Chicago O'Hare International Airport - Aliases: O'Horrid, O'Horrible. O'Hell.
One of the most delayed airports in the world.
Rochester, NY - Alias: Crotchester
No reason other than it sounds funny.
Rochester, MN - Alias: Crotchfester
See above.
Airlines
It's a world of tough competition in the airline industry. Therefore, we rip on each other.
Chautauqua Airlines - Aliases: Shitty Taco, Shanequa, The Infection.
Other than Chautauqua people, no one else likes Chautauqua. Can you tell?
Delta Airlines - Aliases: Doesn't Ever Leave The Airport, Diverts Every Leg Through Atlanta, Don't Expect Luggage To Arrive.
Pilots like acronyms.
USAirways - Aliases: USscareways, U're Still Alleghany In Reality Why Alter Your Signs.
Like I said, acronyms.
American Airlines - Alias: The Sky Nazis.
Perhaps the most anal, controlling airline in history.
American Eagle Airlines - Alias: The Hitler Youth.
See above.
Trans World Airlines - Aliases: Terrorists Welcome Aboard, Tourists Washed Ashore, The Worst Airline.
More acronyms.
Well, those are all the nicknames I can come up with right off the top of my head for now. I'm sure some of you other pilots who read this blog will feel compelled to add to the list, so feel free. In the meantime, I'm going to enjoy the rest of my layover in Miami, otherwise known as little Havana...
Today I want to talk about aviation nicknames. Pilots are, as most of you know, an irreverent group of individuals, so it should come as no surprise that we've come up with some creative, slightly inappropriate nicknames for many things in our business. I'm only going to serve you up a small taste of the many aviation nicknames that float around in my world...
Airplanes
First and foremost, obviously there must be nicknames for the machines we drive. Here are some of my favorites:
Fairchild Metroliner - Aliases: The San Antonio Sewer Pipe, The Free Caster Disaster.
This aircraft was manufactured in San Antonio, and had a screwy free castering nose wheel steering system that led to several losses of control at high speeds. A true marvel of Texas ingenuity.
McDonald Douglas MD-80 - Alias: The Long Beach Death Tube.
Designed and built in Long Beach, CA, the MD-80 earned its nickname after an Alaska Airlines flight plummeted into the Pacific Ocean off the coast of California due to a pitch trim failure.
Boeing 737 - Alias: Guppy
Look at it from the side. It's pretty obvious...
Boeing 747-400 - Alias: The Whale
It really is that big...
Any aircraft built by Airbus Industrie - Aliases: Scarebus, Skytrash, Eurotrash
This family of airplanes, designed and built in Europe, gives its central computer more authority than it gives the pilot. We don't really like that much...
Boeing 777 - Alias: Bigfoot
The triple 7 has the largest main landing gear assembly in commercial aviation.
Douglas Company DC-9 - Alias: Greasy 9
They're old, they're worn out, and Northwest refuses to retire them, despite the grease and oil that constantly leaks from their rusty innards.
Airports and Cities
It should come as no surprise that we've aptly (and detractingly) created nicknames for some of our least favorite locations...
Newark Liberty Airport - Aliases: The Sewer, Sewark.
It smells like New Jersey. 'Nuff said.
New York LaGuardia Airport - Alias: LaGarbage.
It smells like New York. 'Nuff said.
Philadelphia, PA - Alias: Filthydelphia.
The people are rude and the town sucks.
Cincinatti, OH - Alias: Cincinasty
Not much fun here either.
Pensacola, FL - Alias: Penis
We're not a very imaginative group...
Chicago O'Hare International Airport - Aliases: O'Horrid, O'Horrible. O'Hell.
One of the most delayed airports in the world.
Rochester, NY - Alias: Crotchester
No reason other than it sounds funny.
Rochester, MN - Alias: Crotchfester
See above.
Airlines
It's a world of tough competition in the airline industry. Therefore, we rip on each other.
Chautauqua Airlines - Aliases: Shitty Taco, Shanequa, The Infection.
Other than Chautauqua people, no one else likes Chautauqua. Can you tell?
Delta Airlines - Aliases: Doesn't Ever Leave The Airport, Diverts Every Leg Through Atlanta, Don't Expect Luggage To Arrive.
Pilots like acronyms.
USAirways - Aliases: USscareways, U're Still Alleghany In Reality Why Alter Your Signs.
Like I said, acronyms.
American Airlines - Alias: The Sky Nazis.
Perhaps the most anal, controlling airline in history.
American Eagle Airlines - Alias: The Hitler Youth.
See above.
Trans World Airlines - Aliases: Terrorists Welcome Aboard, Tourists Washed Ashore, The Worst Airline.
More acronyms.
Well, those are all the nicknames I can come up with right off the top of my head for now. I'm sure some of you other pilots who read this blog will feel compelled to add to the list, so feel free. In the meantime, I'm going to enjoy the rest of my layover in Miami, otherwise known as little Havana...
Quote of the Week
"Quereme asi, piantao, piantao, piantao. Trepate a esta ternura de locos que hay en mi!
Ponete esta peluca de alondras, y vola! Vola con migo ya! Veni! Vola! Veni!" - Horacio Ferrer
Ponete esta peluca de alondras, y vola! Vola con migo ya! Veni! Vola! Veni!" - Horacio Ferrer
Tuesday, September 04, 2007
ReRoute
Sometimes you just never know who's going to pop into your life.
Those unexpected twists are what make life interesting. This particular one makes me smile...
Those unexpected twists are what make life interesting. This particular one makes me smile...
Saturday, September 01, 2007
Go in Peace
Today, the world is a lesser place.
Grandpa Murphy has left us to claim his rightful place among the Angels and Saints. Grandpa had two biological grandchildren, but treated all of the rest of us with much the same love. There was never a dull moment around this bright, enthusiastic, extraordinarily funny young man in his middle 80's.
We will miss you, Grandpa. Give our love to Shaun. We will pray for you and your family.
Grandpa Murphy has left us to claim his rightful place among the Angels and Saints. Grandpa had two biological grandchildren, but treated all of the rest of us with much the same love. There was never a dull moment around this bright, enthusiastic, extraordinarily funny young man in his middle 80's.
We will miss you, Grandpa. Give our love to Shaun. We will pray for you and your family.
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