I meet a ton of people in my gallery, and always say the same thing to guys who have the Fred name: “Freds are always good looking, friendly, and intelligent.” This Fred from Delft, a city in Holland, was happy to represent from his country. While in the hospital last fall, I decided to delay this post because of the tragic loss of life on Malaysia Airlines flight MH17 over the Ukraine. So here’s happy Fred, better late than never.
After the success of Ken Kesey’s novel “One Flew Over the Cuckoo’s Nest, Ken and this band of Merry Pranksters drove from The West Coast to the East in 1964. Fifty years later, on September 24, 2014, they came to Gloucester, and had breakfast at Charlie’s Place https://www.facebook.com/pages/Charlies-Place/111697215533360. My friends were there…
Sharon photographed the Furthur crew at breakfast. She and husband Chuck gave them their table for the bus crew. Ken Kesey’s son Zane sits center waving his hand. Sharon and Chuck leave tomorrow for home. I got to know what wonderful and generous people they are… and like me, they’re adventurous. Fair winds and smoothe seas, my friends forever.
We’ve all been amused by the lawn ornament of the well dressed gentleman who had a little too much fun. Today, the humorous image is used to illustrate “the streetlight effect” in statistics and philosophy, a type of observational bias where people only look for whatever they are searching by looking where it is easiest.
The story goes: A policeman sees a drunk man searching for something under a streetlight and asks what the drunk has lost. He says he lost his keys and they both look under the streetlight together. After a few minutes the policeman asks if he is sure he lost them here, and the drunk replies, no, that he lost them in the park. The policeman asks why he is searching here, and the drunk replies, “this is where the light is.”
Our final Block Party of 2014 was a great success. As usual, the gallery was too busy for me to walk the street to take pictures. This time, I had the energy to enjoy the event, especially the people. A large cheese platter was generously provided by The Cave, our neighbor at 44 Main Street (http://www.thecavegloucester.com/). Key Block Party folks visited me, including Susan Parent (L) of Toodeloos (https://www.facebook.com/pages/Toodeloos/388111807754) and Block Party organizer Valerie Marcley (R). That’s me in the middle!
The last Block Party of 2014 will be held on Saturday, September 20th. This event will be bigger and different than previous ones. Starting at 6 pm, the retailers and restaurants will be featuring their fare on Main Street and inside their establishments. A new feature will be “Little Italy,” with music, cheese making, and specialty Italian food, courtesy of Gallo Productions of Gloucester. This is a first – so don’t miss it. I’ll be in my gallery until 9 pm or later. After all, I’m the appointed Party King. Hope to see you!
A parallel world, very similar to ours here in Gloucester, exists in Bayfield, WI, on the shores of Lake Superior. It has Bodin Fisheries, a commercial fishing boatyard, and even a bar called the Rum Line. Check out Bodin’s “Wild Caught Lake Superior U.S.A.” product list: http://www.bodinfisheries.com/price-list.html. If you’re tired of cod and halibut, try Bodin’s Burbot or whole whitefish.
Last night was my first dinner out at a person’s home. Sharon and Chuck King served Southern chicken with rice, and dessert was the view of Gloucester from their deck. Delicious!
Yesterday I took my first short walk with no support other than my legs. Occupational therapist Shelly came over, I handed her my camera, and told her I was going to walk. Well, I did, after seven and a half months of grave illness and much therapy. I traveled 21 steps, and I call that a winner – Blackjack!
This past Sunday, my friend and brother-in-law, Robert Lee Doss (L), died after a courageous battle with cancer. He was diagnosed last February, two weeks after my own cancer diagnosis. Robert and my sister, “Painter Barb,” lived on Martha’s Vineyard, and were frequent guests at GMG and my own events at the gallery.
Robert was a CPA, attorney, and Chief Revenue Officer for the State of Alaska. This photo was taken by sista’ Barb during our last visit together, which was a delightful luncheon at the Emerson Inn. Rest in peace Robert, you were a true friend and the best oyster shucker and grill master I ever knew.
Last night, after being taken home by the wonderful CATA ADA (disability) lift bus, I walked into a dark and empty house. Finding no matches to light a candle, I located my dad’s 1970’s rechargeable flashlight. Still no matches, even though we had just bought three hundred at the dollar store. I opened the freezer door, and as it swung shut, it bit me. Not wanting to bleed all over the floor, I grabbed a napkin and a rubber band. My nurse friends may hate me, but all is well. Then the power came back on. I just had to laugh.
Schooner Green Dragon placed first in the Small Schooner Class in the 2014 Schooner Races, winning the Betty Ramsay Plate. Al Bezanson, who’s the owner of Green Dragon and is on the Schooner Race committee, sits in the cockpit of his schooner. Photo by Kathy Chapman.
After photographing USCG barque Eagle Friday afternoon, I wanted to take the deck tour on Saturday morning. The boarding ramp didn’t look like it would be too steep for my rollator at 9:30 am, low tide. But when I approached the stairs, I knew it would be a challenge. Both the ramp and steep stairs would have to be walked without the aid of my four–wheeled walker. I got on the ship with hard work and a sailor standing by. The main deck was fascinating and crew was fun to talk to, including officer candidate Flores, my tour chaperone.
The climb up the stairs disembarking Eagle was exhausting, especially going up. Two crew members guarded me against a fall in back and in front of me. On the last two steps, I asked for and got a “lift.” They were very happy to help me, and it was welcome. I thanked them for an excellent physical therapy session. Once on terra firma, my legs were shaking. I had pushed myself to the limit. When I heard the distant blasts of Eagle’s horn as she departed this afternoon, I realized what the experience was all about: I had challenged the stairs to stop me, and they could not.
Chuck and Sharon are from Florida. Chuck is from Miami and Sharon is the Tallahassee Lassie, and both love Cape Ann. We photographed the Eagle entering Gloucester Harbor, and then they showed the sticker in front of the ship.
I took this photo from the roof of the Hotel Bossert, in Brooklyn Heights. The tall ship is parading up the East River, as part of the nation’s Bicentennial celebration. Lower Manhattan is in the background.
We’re so lucky to live here.
This is the first time I’ve raised the flag since January. I’m home again with my birds. I have missed them. In this photo, I meant to show my “bullet hole,” but it’s hidden behind my right shoulder. Just as well! Photo, with flawless framing, is by my friend Donna Ardizzoni.
I look forward to posts than other than those about my health. However, I think I’ve opened up an area that many folks are have interest in. I’ll always cherish the hospital and nursing home/rehab/VNA friends who saved my life.