Thursday, June 11, 2015

Lovely Nola





  It felt so good to be back!  After three! (I thought it was only two) years of missing New Orleans because of my work schedule, we were able to return this June.  There had been months of heavy rains, tornado warnings so we were curious as to what we might be stepping into. Just the morning of our arrival, the city had received enough rain that parts of town were flooded (mild in comparison to historic events).  We lucked into a week without rain and although hot, not as hot as it would be the weekend we left.  I would have preferred at least one downpour for how it makes the air cleaner, cooler and for the silliness that occurs when the sky opens up as it does in New Orleans. It's not unlike buckets of water falling on you nonstop for 15 minutes.  Weeeeee!



our room as you enter

nice pool. warm and good to sit by in the evening hours

At Cafe Reconcile




where we stayed on Royal for a month in 2007

Airplane rides (American) and only one of 'em had individual TV's and that had crappy choices. Renting a car (Dollar) at an easier to navigate location at the airport, we headed in to town but because of a delay in our flight we missed the end of the Oyster festival (peeps were packing up) and also Marcia Ball's set.  Bummer.  Had an easy dinner at Magnolia Grill in the Rainbow part of the Quarter where the employees are always friendly/sarcastic/silly. Anytime I can get 2 of the 3 qualities, I'm pretty happy.





in mid city. since Nola is below sea level, burials are above ground


we liked that one of the musicians was wearing a Stephan Curry jersey

   Of course New Orleans has a special relationship with it's musical history with many of the artists still residing in town due to some of following reasons: legend artists recorded their hits in the days that producers or record companies stole their royalties leaving them with minimal bank,  the artists like living in New Orleans and there are families here of generational musicians. Another benefit of this condition is that you can find a higher quality/density of artists in this city than you can in most of the US except possibly New York.  But in New York, many of the musicians are just stopping by, so while its limiting to be "stuck" in New Orleans for many of the artists, it makes a better visit for the music fan- and at $5-$15 to see great musicians, a not expensive way to enjoy a night out. Additionally New Orleans has been able to maintain a distinct sound. San Francisco often is touted in the media as having a San Francisco sound but it really does not have anything close to the roots and distinction that Nola has.

Brother Tyrone and the Mind Benders, DBA

Treme Brass Band, DBA


Washboard Rodeo- Three Muses
George Porter at Lafayette Square




Walter Wolfman Washington, DBA

Geno Delofose, f/t farmer and a heck of a p/t musician

 Running through a roll call of who we saw this time around; Brother Tyrone and The Mind Benders (soul in the raspy Sam Cooke, Otis Clay mode-powerful vocals), Washboard Rodeo with Washboard Chaz (with fiddles and a rhythm section, although the piano player had to leave 2/3rd's in likely for a gig across the street at the Spotted Cat), Treme Brass Band (having a lot of fun in their set with a guest sitting in), Walter Wolfman Washington (one of my favorites),
2 guys 40 and 50 at the Blue Nile



Geno Delofose, Jr. (Zydeco at Rock 'n Bowl, where many people brought their washboards), Big Sam and The Funky Nation (Sam has a great time!), George Porter (of the Meters).  Plus many brass bands, and musicians playing on the street and most were very good.
Oliver is (finally) ready to eat beignets again. He' avoided since 2007 when he was sick due to the climate change but always blamed the beignets

appropriate beignet cafe flooring


for people that are locked out, they've got a good attitude

Mardi Gras World, Visitor

large warehouse storage for parade floats
Dexter appreciated the fresh perspective seeing the building and craft and how it relates to what he is studying

Ollie is a pretty good mimic, or just a goofball

it's a talent...or something



   Cafe Reconcile has redesigned their dining room to a much cleaner design, more comfortable and on the Wednesday afternoon we visited, near capacity.  Last time we ate there (it's a place that provides job training for at- risk youths to help transition them into the restaurant culture of the city) the layout was a bit drab but the reconstruct was already underway.  The setting is now real nice, food okay  but the purpose makes dining here a worthwhile stop and the young folks are trying real hard.

    Especially after being away for three years, it's difficult not wanting to visit all of our favorite places again and again- to those we did, we did joyfully.  Also when it's hot and humid, the boys are happiest in the pool so that desire is always to be balanced and respected.  Our room which was a large box; large in terms of the length and had high ceilings-15 feet, antiquated furniture and look but a tiny bathroom, and as we were all in one room, not much privacy. For next time- we liked Lamothe House, its location on the quieter Esplanade Street and nice pool, with access to a front and back departure. For next time we checked out the possibilities for the larger rooms- 2 bedroom type of accommodations.  Well, it's always fun watching everyone else sleep. I was always the last one up and almost always first awake and out to hunt and gather breakfast.

Nectar Sno-Bliz at Hansens
If over heated, genuinely happy to have these in hand



    So where did we go that we've always gone? Rotating Hansen's Sno-Bliz with Cafe du Monde's beignets, where our first night in line for coffee, a palmetto jumped on a big man's shoulder, and it upset him so much that he told everyone around him as if Dracula had popped out of the skies. The Pearl River/Honey Island Swamps are a must do for us. Even if there were not sightings of alligators, birds, and now wild boar but only the waterways, lush greens and sweet breeze of Cajun air conditioning (fast boat) this would still be an enjoyable experience. Plus we had Charlie again as our guide. I liked when he saw a can floating in the water, he cut the engine and practically flopped over to grab the can. Mardi Gras World with Dexter's new perspective on this type of work, where floats and sets are built in giant warehouses along the water.  Elizabeth's for breakfast in the Bywater, Louisiana Music Factory at its' newer and better location on Frenchman Street with its neighbor, Offbeat magazine. Maria and I stopped into Molly's At The Market for a friendly beverage.  Fair Grinds Coffee House in Esplanade Ridge, Rock 'n Bowl in Mid-City, kind enough to show game 1 of the Warriors finals over our lane, and Napoleon House were all favorite places revisited.

Dexter, Look Out!!
look before you leap
Honey Island Swamp, Slidell, LA
 


hands in the boat is probably a good rule
boars are invasive to the swamp 

at finer restaurants gators usually eat standing on 2 feet




    Some different things we were able to do was to go to a Farmers Market and load up on blueberries and some other nice foods. While the markets aren't up to par with West Coast offerings, it is good to see a movement in New Orleans toward some healthier and local food options.  We still notice a lack of a good recycling program- Winnipeg of my recent travels is one up on you Nola.  We also visited the Backstreet Cultural Museum in Treme.  Here's a fun video (2 minutes) of the owner Sylvester. He seems a little short of breath presently so we were greeted by Sylvester and hosted by his brother (who likes baseball).  These folks are a hoot!  The museum is just a short walk past Rampart Street. Rampart has changed much where it now has some boutiques on a street that once was run down. The feeling locally might be that some neighborhood places may be being pushed out.
Backstreet Cultural Museum

the details on all the beading and sewing- all done by hand is more impressive the closer viewed



farmers market
    Also for me, I rented a bike (a mere $6) and although the thought of riding in New Orleans seemed questionable (traffic and big potholes in the streets), riding around on my cruiser was fun, real fun. I was honored that a local called out to me, "man, you're brave. riding the wrong way up Rampart Street" (also code for -you're an idiot).  I also found out that I've been wearing my bike helmet backwards for three months. Really? The stuff you learn!




   We also spent Friday afternoon at City Park where there is a little amusement park. Ollie and I had fun on the roller coaster and because it wasn't crowded the guys let us go around again.  Maria, O, and I took on another ride- a spinning turbo thing which because we were discussing who would go, the ticket collector got a little peeved waiting for our tickets.  Unfortunately she was also the ride operator and we were the only ones riding. I think we were punished with intent, although riding on the inside it was fun for Oliver as their combined weight+gravity pushed out I don't know what out of my pores.   It's the last time I go on one of those.

   Frenchmen Street at night has become quite the place to go to. While the quality of music clubs is still top notch, the crowds- and such numbers of people reminds of the Polk Street area on Friday and Saturday nights.  It's definitely the place to go to for the under 30 set (and one 54, I guess) but for the neighbors, I got to wonder how they feel- as it's so noisy. Nothing like finding drink cups -or worse on your front stoop. Still pleasantly quiet in the morning and early afternoon. Despite the changes, still a neighborhood.

   Miniature Golf came back to City Park in 2014 with two courses; a New Orleans and Louisiana themes.  Nicely laid out but on the small side lacking bells and whistles but subtle tricks in the landscaping of the greens where the balls rarely roll in a straight path.  Affordable too which is a nice consideration for the families of the city.  I had a slow start but unlike my bowling game, finished very well  although the family mocked me for my helpful tips.


I think i missed something in college. I never played beer pong. On this machine anyway I did well (although couldn't type my initials very well- that's me as "BBC" 10 cups, 13 tries.  The ones after me took 60 + attempts whoever they are.  Beer pong and Nerf basketball- if only.


Ollie has always enjoyed roller coasters



this is mugging


a happy Harrison Barnes
rock and bowl.  And over our lane was the first (whew-happy results) game of the Golden State-Cleveland series. Cleveland has never won a basketball championship and the Warriors last did in 1975.  


a boy with his $1 whale named "Dorca" so Dorky & Dorca

   Perspective: one night at a show- most of these I went to on my own-New Orleans has been limiting the night club shows to 21 and over (Three Muses which has a good vegetarian menu is a dinner house so youngsters are welcome there), I was aware of a man who I thought, "look at that short guy". Later I found myself standing next to him. He was the same height as me. Oh well, I never think of myself as short.

   We rented a red car which was easier to find, and a nice ride. We did get towed one morning. It wasn't a big deal except for the part where the truck driver had me huff and puff for 2 blocks where we "could talk" but used this as a funny little joke driving away. It was fairly easy to retrieve the vehicle and the cost was about half of what it would cost in San Francisco.
you don't know this but tomorrow you will meet a tow truck

our lousy version of Abbey Road (or "filler photo")

 


 Just good to gather together, to experience together, and in the most relaxing moments in a pool, on a boat, or with beignets and au laits or cups of wonderful Sno-Bliz made this trip a nice cozy blanket.
thanks for reading !





 

 

Saturday, May 30, 2015

Bengie and D


In 2008, San Francisco Little League had their SF Giants day.  The kids got to mingle with players before the game.  Dexter, whose team was the Cubs met some Giants and particularly friendly was Bengie Molina.  Bengie was a veteran of the team, mentor to Tim Lincecum and Buster Posey and also the oldest brother of two other Major League baseball catchers.



Today, May 30, 2015 Dexter met Bengie again.  Bengie has a book dedicated to and about his father, written with Joan Ryan.  This was at Books Inc. in Alameda.  Bengie liked the photo of him with young Dexter.  I was kind of thrilled, myself!



When Bengie was the catcher for the 2002 California Angels, he was involved in one
 of one of the weirdest plays in baseball history; game 5 in the World Series vs. the Giants. During the inning, young Darren Baker (manager Dusty's son) ran out to retrieve the bat of his favorite player, Kenny Lofton.  However in his excitement he forgot that the ball was in play, and not only would a base runner be barreling home but an outfielder would be throwing a baseball directly to the area young Darren was at, at 80-100 miles an hour.  Double jeopardy; a 200# player and a hardball both rocketing into the plate.  Without words, J.T.Snow of the Giants who was running home sidestepped Darren and at the same time grabbed him by the shirt while Molina of the other team
 kept his eyes on the ball knowing that he would need to be the one to intercept the ball if it was heading toward the young boy (he was 4 at the time).  It was a crazy moment and yet beautiful as these players did what was right to protect the boy.  Bengie later became a Giant and is still well liked by his old teammates, and the San Francisco fans.

Joan Ryan is a good writer, usually writing about sports. She has written several books.
The WaterGiver is not about sports. It is a book about parenting a different child and how
we sometimes are not at our best as parents.  We often try to show a happy public face but Ryan bravely examines
how own behavior and her struggles with parenting a son who was prone to dark moods and learning difficulties. She portrays herself not in the most flattering light but a realized one as she begins to accept her son for who he is, and ultimately fostering a stronger family bond.






O GRAD



     Congratulations to Oliver. He's finished elementary school yesterday, and while sad about leaving Argonne and friends behind, this was a big day and he was ready for it.



Getting ready.  Sleepy one and lovely one


The walk to the stage

jsut like Dexter and me, always stuck in the first row


   charmers up front. songs including a nice version of  Israel Kamakawiowo'ole's Over The Rainbow 
the walk off. I think Oliver would have run out if given the choice.



Big 3

+ one bearded guy. Oliver looks pained!

with Bill, a great mentor to Oliver and Dexter

with Bill and friends (not named as this public internet thing but you know, O!)

You did it, son!!

Known duo of 11 years



These are just some of the pics I needed to take before I could get to the first capture that is at the top of the page.  This boy surpasses goofy in every which way.  And to that I can only say,
Congratulations!!





why do people make these faces?
okay! not really a people.

Oh, beejeebus!

Oliver, do not be afraid to do good. Do not be afraid to do what is right. Do not be afraid to do what is right for you, your family and friends and for those that do not have a voice. Be kind. Be brave. Be humble.  We look forward to sharing as much of the parts of your journey that you would include us in.  We are very proud of you.  We love you.



















Wednesday, May 27, 2015

Goodbye Tree

















    The city of Alameda is putting in a new fire station and an emergency center both will surround where we live. It's likely how we were able to get this spot last May.  After months of delays the construction seems to be happening soon.  First the city determined that our big tree and its smaller cousin in back need to be removed as the roots go under our property and into the land where the city will build their projects.

    We went back and forth with the city attorney about wanting the tree checked for any nesting birds, or any life that would be threatened.  Mostly it was Dexter that checked by climbing into the heart of the tree and determining that there were no nests, as we weren't sure that the city actually checked, as they wrote to us that they had.

    Today they are here.  The cats are hiding while the sounds of powers saws, men at work, motors and chippers continue into this early gray morning.  Our fence has been pulled down and 4 feet of plants on the side fence side will also be removed, as the city also is claiming 4 feet of land along the inside of our property (likely how we were able to get this house!).

    At least Maria will use parts of the tree at the Laurel Hill, and we can use the chips in the backyard as well.  All in all, it is a sad day.

    Last night the SF School Board voted for SOTA, Dexter's school to have only students from San Francisco as their populace.  They used diversity as one of their arguments (disregarding the highest number of LGBT students in the district) and not examining the number of former San Francisco students that may have had to leave the city in the 4 years from the time they began at SOTA.  This would open the discussion as to why families are leaving San Francisco.  I know I never had any intention to.  Disappointing as the President of the School Board claims that she wants diversity but really is trying to place more white families into the Public School system of San Francisco.  I guess you need to serve the people that got you there. 

   

Sport In its Best Form


    Sports allow us to feel the range of emotions, and because it's smaller than life, we aren't left with the depths of despair that is equal to losing a loved one, a friend, or stranger.  Sports allow communities to unite -if only for a short time not needing the solution of small details for lasting agreements (peace treaties, etc). While this has a quality of shallowness, when this occurs in specific points in time this unity can be truly significant, even transforming. That is very rare and certainly not the norm, and not an expectation. There is probably more wrong with sports but I'm making a case for when it can right, and good.  Here are two examples:

     San Francisco.  1978. This city was torn apart when Mayor Moscone and Supervisor Milk were assassinated by another Supervisor, Dan White. One year later White was not convicted of First Degree murder despite the calculated and cold blooded nature of the killings- sentenced only to 8 years with time off for good behavior (he eventually served just 5 years).  The community reacted first with a peaceful march which later turned into an angry protest at City Hall.  That evening, some police went to a very public Gay Bar in the Castro district(White was a former police officer) and assaulted many of the patrons, and arrested dozens of people they had beaten up.  San Francisco was in turmoil.

    The real work was done behind the scenes among community leaders, with Mayor Feinstein who in the worst of times provided needed leadership appointing a Police Chief who was willing to work with the Gay community but yet still, civic pride was wounded.  There was not much to feel good about.

     In 1981 the San Francisco 49'ers achieved the near impossible having been for years, a terrible team. In 1980 had shown some improvement  but even so, finished 6-10.  Yet in the most dramatic of ways in 1981 beat "America's Team" the Dallas Cowboys with the pass from Joe Montana to Dwight Clark, and the less discussed defensive stop immediately following.  The Super Bowl win that followed (first ever for the 49'ers) crossed all gender, racial and sexual lines. The city celebrated together. 500,000 people lined the streets for the first ever San Francisco championship parade.

    In 1995  a country divided was South Africa.  Imprisoned for 26 years, Nelson Mandela stepped out of his confinement to lead South Africa,  elected in South Africa's first multiracial elections as President in 1994.  Black South Africans were the majority of the populace but they had a comparative small amount of land ownership (comprising 90% of the population but only owning 10% of the land)  having been oppressed and treated unfairly and unequally for their lives and the lives of relatives before them.  When Mandela was elected President, the country faced the potential for civil war.  How could the Afrikaner (the Whites) willingly give up what they have held for so long? How could they feel for those that they had oppressed were now in power? And now not only removed from political office but fears that there would there be acts of violence in retribution for the wrongs of the past, in retribution of the violence of the past.

President Mandela had thought about all of this when he was in prison and he had created paths of reconciliation to the leaders of the Afrikaners, learning their language and involving himself in their interests as a way to break down barriers so that peace could be discussed, and transformed into reality.  The Black South Africans were  restless and would no longer settle for the status quo. Other governments were forcing the issue as well, as Apartheid must be ended.

    With his Presidency,  President Mandela did not exclude the Afrikaners from being part of his cabinet as long as they were willing to work as South Africans, together to reform their country. He welcomed those that either contributed to hateful brutal acts (whether intentional or of ignorance) of policy and in some cases likely physical force as a new South Africa. He knew that to dismiss all the Afrikans in power would be a call to arms for some.  Mandela also knew that South Africa needed something that the entire country could rally behind, unified.

Mandela chose to support a national sport, Rugby and the South African team, the Springboks.  The Springboks had historically been a very racist team but the very heart of the Afrikaners.  By throwing his support behind the Springboks, Mandela was able to take steps to unify South Africa behind the Springboks impressive run to the World Cup Championships in 1995.  Mandela had met privately with the team and its captain, Francis Pienaar, to win him over forming a partnership to that which the rugby team could symbolize for all of South Africa.

South African blacks who had always cheered for the opposition! might welcome the Springboks if the Springboks embraced "Nikosi Sikelele iAfrika",  the anthem of black liberation (it's lyrics are just about freedom, protecting the nation, and God's blessing of Africa) which with Mandela's election had become the new anthem of South Africa.  Pienaar, who was a different generation of the traditions of the Springboks agreed with the President.  He was able to get the rest of the team to buy into their mission, which now was much larger than just the sport. The remarkable run of this surprising team did bring his country together.

Francois Pienaar remembers Nelson Mandela

How great was Nelson Mandela, his ability to forgive, communicate and unite!  This is illustrated in a wonderful book, "Playing the Enemy" by John Carlin and a good movie, "Invictus", the title from a poem that Mandela kept to himself in prison by William Ernest Henley":

Out of the night that covers me,
Black as the pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever gods may be
For my unconquerable soul.

In the fell clutch of cirucmstance
I have not winced nor cried aloud.
Under the bludgeonings of chance
My heady is bloody, but unbowed.

Beyond this place of wrath and tears
Looms but the Horror of the shade,
And yet the menace of the years
Finds, and shall find me, unafraid

It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll,
I am the master of my fate:
I am the captain of my soul.


And, sports can just be fun.

The Warriors are just simply a blast to watch, playing a team concept of unselfish play. Good character citizens (by all appearances) who play a game with joy and execution through hard work, communication and ability.  Stephen Curry, Harrison Barnes are top notch guys! As with the Giants, these athletes seem to symbolize what is best in sports (unlike some of the problems of the 49'ers which has nothing to do with winning or losing, but about some guys being creeps and an ownership-management style that looks the other way when there is trouble).

1975 Warriors:  http://www.nba.com/history/finals/19741975.html
The last time the Warriors won a championship.

Inspiring to a community:
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