Jess and Jerry Primo

It was a Halloween Theme
The couple before marriage on Friday nite.
Bride and Groom
Rocker and She Devil
Mom and Dad

Road Trip

Two cars, four friends (Malinda, Christy, Nancy and I) and five wrong turns later we made it to the hotel. The directions said one thing, road signs said something else (if they could be found)and between the four of us, it didn’t feel like we were headed south toward Nashua. Friday night, rush hour and the sun setting.

Suddenly, I felt directionally challenged, an experience that would plague five former Peace Corps volunteers throughout the entire weekend. No wonder the Peace Corps decided to put us on small islands in the Pacific.

On Saturday morning,sitting around the breakfast table, we decided traditional island mwarmwars were in order. After all, the groom is from the Federated States of Micronesia and we wanted him to honor him with a traditional head lei, and neck leis. But New England is short on coconut trees and tropical flowers, but this time of year it is rich in golden and red maple leaves and brilliant mums of many colors.

Brainstorming on a rainy fall morning some thought it was best not to raid the gardens surrounding the Marriott Courtyard (I was game). Instead, Malinda commanded the car and we headed out to find a Target. We needed plastic shipping bands from the back of the warehouse, to serve as the base for the mwarmwar (think mar-mar).
I convince Paul, a floor associate, to talk the store manager into giving us the warehouse trash. After a brief wait Paul retrieved fifteen feet of stripping from an overhead shelf in the warehouse. I had spotted it when Nancy and I were casually strolling through the tombs of Target like we owned the place. A quick stop at the florist and we were in business. Back at the hotel we constructed the head garlands while we commandeered the business center usually occupied by business and road warriors. You know, those guys who are as cool as the other side of the pillow. Later Nancy convinced the hotel staff to keep the flowers fresh in the kitchen’s refrigerator.
By then we had about thirty minutes before we needed to get in costume for the wedding. Not wanting to miss out on any of the hotel amenities, the five of us – Christy, Malinda, Amy, Nancy and I donned out bathing suits and hit the whirlpool. Unfortunately, my camera batteries were recharging-no photos. Nothing better than to bring old bones to a boil in the bubbling froth of jet streams while enjoying good company. Outside it was still raining.

Weeks ago Amy asked me if I would paint her for the party. Not having a better offer all year, I said yes, not knowing what body parts I might be applying brush tips to. Results were great, but her Trinidad Bound outfit will need a zipper repair.

So what was I? A Mardi Gras something or other. I was accused of being a pimp. Check out the 70's hat with cheetah print. Heck the costume was free compliments of Frank, Nancy’s son-in-law. Although the outfit was a little large and dancing required a constant readjustment to keep gravity from yanking my britches to the floor, I loved it.



Before, during and after. Completely sober.

Peace Corps - Micronesia 70 and 71

Once the flight attendant announced that in case the plane turned into a cruise ship and the life vests were under the seat, passengers decided it was a good idea to applaud the landing. My plane arrived on time in Manchester, New Hampshire. Actually five minutes early. Hurray for SouthWest Airline. I removed my seatbelt and moved freely about the airport for two hours waiting on Christy.

It’s going to be a great weekend visiting with Peace Corps friends. The occasion: Jess and Jerry’s wedding. Stay tuned

Photo Log

Jack Attack

I’m not a fisherman and can't tell the difference between a tuna and a chicken except by the label on the can. Ok, I’m not really that inept.

Let me introduce the lesser amberjack- olive green or brownish black and silver sides; dark band (variably present) extends upward from eye; juveniles have split or wavy bars on sides; proportionately larger eye and deeper body than greater amberjack. Affectionately known as “jacks” a lightening fast fish is known for a low leap out of the water in large schools. While kayaking I’ve startled many schools of jack. Or maybe they have startled me. It is pretty awesome to see them crowd out of the water.

This afternoon Chuck, Bob and I were kayaking the Anclote River. Low tide pushed us down the river toward the Gulf. Ahead of us, I saw a large school of jacks fly out of the water. They looked like gazelles sprinting across the Serengeti. In low arches the fish crossed the surface of the water, repeating the jump several times before disappearing beneath the water.

As we approached the spot where they had been we were talking. I had forgotten about the fish when Bob’s kayak caused the fish to jump out the water. The stampede began. They crossed in front of Chuck’s kayak, but they were on a crash course for my boat.

When in the thick of things, you sometimes miss the appreciation for what happens. All at once I was in the middle of a wall of fish leaping over the bow of my kayak and slamming into the side of the hull right below my paddle. They beat on the hull like a drum. Thump followed thump as the fish followed the leader like lemmings over a cliff. I raised my paddle expecting to get hit in the ribs by the flying fish. It was like being in an avalanche.

As suddenly as it happened, it was over. I inspected my boat amazed I wasn’t hit and that I had no flopping fish in the cockpit. Nor did I find any scales stuck to the bow, but there were several brown streaks left behind. No it didn’t belong to me.

Mary

Mary left a week ago on Saturday. She sold the double bed where she slept with her husband before he died. After she gave the bulk of her household goods to Goodwill, it took only boxes to pack her belongings into the back seat of her Toyota Camry. I gave her two books on tape to listen to on the drive through the Carolinas and the Middle Atlantic States. She was headed home to live with her sister in Rhodes Island. Just outside of Providence. Everything in Rhodes Island is just outside of Providence.

I said good-bye to her after church. We were pew mates, if there is such a thing. She reserved our seats with her Bible and a cup of coffee tucked under the pew while she served as a greeter. I wished her well. How did that get started?

And even though we exchanged email addresses, I know we won’t keep in contact. I don’t keep in contact with those who are closer to me, why would I email someone who I have known only on Sundays for the past five or six months? That’s the way it is.

Oddly, I’ve missed her. I pray she is well. Do we all end up going home?

Journal

If I was still in the Peace Corps, those of you who use to get the Journal would get a field entry sounding something like this.

Last night, I went to the theater to see Twelve Angry Men. Very enjoyable. I've seen the movie a couple of times and it is one of my favorites. John Boy Walton (Richard Thomas) played Juror #8, Fonda's role. Went with Russ, Master Electrican, who has worked for the government for the last 30 years. Currently he is learning Ballroom dancing. After the show, he walked me to my car. Kissed me goodnight. Since it was 9:45 on a Friday night and I found myself in Tampa, I hustled back across the Bay to a Mexican restaurant where Robert was finishing up his guitar gig. I bummed a 1/2 eaten burrito off of some woman, who had it in a to-go box. Her name PZ, never met her before. I loaded it with hot salsa and washed it down with a bummed margarita. Got kissed good night again, just before midnight.

Kissed goodnight by two guys on the same night. Don't think that ever happened before.

What is it?

Contest: Guess what this is a photo of?

Daytona - Part 1

If you found it impossible to schedule an MRI this past week, the reason might have been that the Who’s Who of Imagining Techs were in Daytona, Florida upgrading their certifications, know how and driving skills at the International Speedway. I couldn’t help but think of Dale Earnhardt as I drove past the famous raceway. I’m not a huge auto racing fan. Nevertheless, I can tell you where I was when I heard the news that Number 3 went into the wall.


I’m not an MRI tech either, but Robin is and she had been in Daytona since Sunday. Conference over on Wednesday at noon, I drove to the east coast and found the streets empty. If this was a town out west, sagebrush would have tumbled down the middle of Main Street. Life guards were all but sleep in their chairs as they watch a handful of tourist frolic in the warm waters of the Atlantic. God, how I miss the ocean.

I took a scenic route over on State Highway 50, cutting through the heart of Florida. Once I got to Clermont I thought I died and went to Heaven. As much as I love the oceans, I love the mountains and Florida doesn’t have any. In Clermont the earth rose to a staggering height so much so I could see the skyline of Orlando in the distance. I bet you can see Disney’s nightly fireworks in the town.

The highest place in Florida is — Britton Hill in Lakewood in Walton County, located in the Panhandle — is a mere 345 feet. Of the highest points in the 50 states, it is the lowest.

Robin tried to sneak up on me as I waited for her in the lobby of the Hilton. Nice hotel, of course, but subject to the city’s ability to maintain their water supply systems. Reminded of the fancy hotels I stayed at in Bangkok and Singapore where the water wasn’t potable. In the morning a notice had been slid under the door that the water wasn’t safe to drink. Suddenly, the $3.00 bottles of water staged in the rooms were complimentary! It was Aquafina. Where do you think that comes from? The tap.

Some things we did:

Walked on the beach and Robin got blisters. Stopped in at Starbuck’s for coffee and to ice the feet down. Then took off for the Ponce Inlet Light Station Got there right at closing, but we managed to buy a couple of t-shirts. Buy now, we were famished. Thought we would eat some fish, but not the one we found floating in the drink. Instead, we went to Aunt Catfish's. I had garlic scallops. Robin had shrimp, salmon and Dijon scallops. .

We debated the weight of the catfish and decided that if this fish did weight 435 pounds,
catfish could feed a lot of starving people. World hungry demolished. Maybe we had too many margaritas.

Cool beanereno, Jen. We were thinking of you.