Sick Release

I was terribly congested in my head and lungs on Sunday. Felt pretty bad, dozing off through the Braves game as Kathy kept score. So I stayed home from work.

With the Mac LC at home, though, I can dial in to the Mac IIcx at work and exchange files. That meant I was able to pick up Harland’s earnings release and, after several tries, dial it in to a distribution service. Vickie had warned me not to get sicker over the weekend since she was responsible for getting out the earnings release in her new position as head of Investor Relations.

Since she’s not my boss anymore, I guess my immune system ignored her. Didn’t matter, I was able to release the earnings from home, fax a copy to Vickie for confirmation, and stumble back into bed.

Plan B – Taco Mac

Since I had been out of town on Kathy’s birthday, we planned to celebrate by going out the following Saturday, which ended up being the first night of the World Series. The Braves wore us out winning the Pennant from the Pirates, and now they have a chance to wear us out with a World Series.

We decided to go to a sports bar around the corner called Jocks & Jills. When we got there, though, the parking lot was packed, the place looked packed inside and out, and there was a line. We opted for Plan B, Taco Mac. We were able to get a booth with a good view of one of the TVs. Since we were going to be there for the entire evening, we tried to plan to make the appetizers, dinner, and beers last. Our waiter sat down and watched some of the game with us.

Unfortunately, the Braves did not know we were celebrating their #1 fan’s birthday, because they got beat up pretty bad. We actually left before the end of the game and finished watching it at home.

I was sick and getting sicker. Took enough pills to get me through the night, but paid for it the next day.

Father-Daughter Dance

Nicole and I enjoyed the Girl Scouts father-daughter dance at Embry Hill Church. She wore her first communion dress. I wore a sports coat. Nicole was very concerned that I follow the rules: fathers should wear church clothes. What Nicole doesn’t realize is that the jeans we wear at evening mass are not the typical Sunday morning clothes.

We went to dinner at Ruby Tuesday. Nicole was in the mood for shrimp, so she ordered a sizzling pate of Shrimp Fajitas. I got the steak Fajitas. We both enjoyed our dinners, swapping bites, and not spilling a thing on ourselves. As we walked in and out, people complimented Nicole on how pretty she looked. Nicole just smiled and graciously thanked her fans.

We arrived a tad bit late to the dance which was to last long enough, 7:30 until 10:30. There was a large crowd doing the Hokey Pokey when we arrived. Nicole and I got in on the next dance, a slow Kenny G tune.

We were light on our feet until we loaded up at the refreshment table. As we ate our cookies and brownies, we chatted with Cathy Hooper, Nicole’s troop leader. After a few more dances including Vanilla Ice, Hammer, and “Shout”, we got our pictures taken. There were several door prizes that we did not win and three big rounds of musical chairs.

We stayed right up until the end. Nicole’s feet hurt from dancing so much. Guess her old man wore her out.

South Carolina Golf

Came in late with three days and two nights out at Isle of Palms with Jerone. Had to make presentations to several officers from various Credit Unions in the area. All arranged by Tommy Strange from the South Carolina Credit Union League. A flamboyant bulldog with an off-color joke a minute.

After a morning presentation on Tuesday, we spent the rest of the day playing golf. Wish I played. The weather was beautiful, and the course was amazing, including the last three holes along the beach. Brad ___ had a rough day of it, but got the distinguished honor of playing off the beach on the 18th hole. About five feet from crashing waves! I should get some used clubs and play a few times on a public course so I don’t have to waste a chance like that again. At least I got my own covered cart to drive around.

Jerone and I enjoyed listening to the Braves on the way up and back. They lost on the way up, but won after our late night return.

Puff Adder

We all slept in Saturday morning, having exhausted ourselves at the Braves game. By late morning, though, we had lunches, bikes, and scooters packed, and we headed up to the Hedges Farm.

Kathy wasn’t feeling great, but good enough to watch all the Braves game. Nicole enjoyed playing with Rick Butker’s oldest girl, Linda(?). Danny and I took a walk with Bennett to look for snakes. Instead we found some ripe parsimmons (according to Bennett) that tasted like figs, some not-so-ripe pears, and some blight-covered Pecans. Teddy picked us up on our way back and toured us through the back paths in his Honda-Jeep.

Ted found a peculiar 1-foot snake that would turn over and play dead with its mouth wide open. I was pretty sure it was doing that because Robert or Shawn had run over it with their tricycles. But Bennett demonstrated how it would quickly turn itself over should you upright it.

“Puff Adder” came to mind. “No, that’s poisonous,” said Bennett. “This is a milk snake or a corn snake.” Then I saw the snake’s upturned nose. That seemed familiar, too. Couldn’t wait to get back to the snake book at Mom and Dad’s house.

Sure enough, that behavior is typical of the Hog Nose snake, often called the “Puff Adder” because it will puff and hiss when you first try to catch it. Teddy had said it had done that.

Milk snake, indeed. Now I’m wondering exactly what those fig-tasting things were that Bennett fed me and Danny.

Take Me Out To The Ball Game

We went to the Braves game tonight. They been the Houston Astros 5 to 2. I left work as early as I could so that we could get down to the game early. We had no problem getting a $3 parking place just across 85/75 from the stadium.

Danny and Nicole were decked out with war feathers, paint, shirts, and each had a Krystal Tomahawk, which Kathy says is not a weapon of war, but a gardening tool. Seems like everyone in the stadium had gardening tools to shake at the Astros.

We brought our dinner and ate in on the steps outside of the stadium, watching all the sights. Men painted reddish brown from head to toe, two giant tomahawk head dresses, supported by metal shoulder and back braces, lots of drumming.

It was a lot of fun. Kathy screamed the most. Danny and Nicole tied for second. I had been practicing “Take me out to the ball game” with the kids, and they got to sing that with the entire crowd. We each got a box of Cracker Jacks.

The tomahawk chant was unnerving to the Astros. Their short stop was particularly unnerved as he made at least 3 or 4 huge errors.

Terry Pendelton hit a home run.

After the game, their were fireworks. Then we marched back to the car singing and chanting with the crowd. Someone invented words to the tomahawk chant: “The car’s over there…. The car’s over there…”

On the way back to the car we saw the HondaHawk: A tomahawk mounted on top of a Honda with ropes and pullies so that it looked like it was trying to chop the hood in half.

Danny and Nicole passed out during the 11:00 pm drive home. They did real good. So did the Braves.

Tree Men

Saturday was terrific. Saturnight was another story.

We got up in the cold morning. Everyone had survived. Kathy and I both had sore hips, not used to sleeping on a hard surface.

Breakfast around the campfire included hot chocolate cooked on Ted’s stove. As the sun came up, the world got warmer. We packed up picnic goods and headed for Black Rock Mountain north of Clayton.

Everyone enjoyed the playground and lunch in the park. We stayed for several hours. Long enough for everyone to take a turn on the see-saw, tube slide, and tire swings, among others.

The weather was perfect. Cool in the shade. Warm in the sun. The view of the mountains, overlooking Clayton, was fantastic. In fact, we watched a couple get married at one of the lookouts.

On the way back to the camp site, we bought a bunch of wood for $4. We didn’t want to have to be so cold with such a small fire as the night before.

The rest of the afternoon was spent playing in and around the stream. Danny and I went fishing. I had my portable rod, and he had his fully functional Micky Mouse rod. He is a terrific caster. At one point he cast across to the other bank. He had a weight but, no hook. Didn’t really bother either one of us that there were no fish to be caught.

The water was bone-chilling. No one went deeper than their knees, and that was only because Danny and Shawn were so short. I couldn’t convince anyone to dive in with me. Even Frank wimped out. Good thing.

Ted and the kids and I went for a climb in the mountain-side woods above the stream. Saw some interesting plants and trees and discovered an old dam now broken through and covered with moss.

I turned back to collect some wood as the rest went out to the road. As I was collecting, I spotted something way up one tree. The setting sun was cutting through the trees behind it. My first thought was that an animal was tied up in the tree. I took a few steps closer and thought it might be a person. I was nervous, but took a few more steps closer and realized I was staring eye-to-eye at a man up in the tree. My alarmed brain finally caught on. They guy was in camouflage sitting in a deer stand with bow-and-arrows. He was looking straight at me some 50 feet away. I grunted the first thing that came to me. “Hey.”

He just turned away. He had probably been sitting there all day seeing nothing to shoot at. And here I was making all kinds of racket. I went on about my business, steering clear of his tree, lest I become a target.

When I found Ted down near the road, he thought I was making this up. Nicole had gone in the woods a bit to see if she could find me and came running out frightened about “a man sitting in a chair up in a tree.” She had been in a lower part of the woods, so there were at least two of them. Some fun.

We had a terrific fire as it got dark and colder. We decided it was not as cold as the night before. Grilled steaks over the log fire. Cooked corn and potatoes on the stove. Everything was delicious. The kids roasted marshmallows on Frank’s carefully carved sticks and got to light sparklers before we sent them off to bed.

The adults enjoyed sitting around the fire, drinking beers, stirring the coals, and chatting. That would best be called the end to a perfect day.

The midnight madness that followed is best left for another page.

[Shawn’s screaming?]

Camping Lessons

I left work early today to go camping. Kathy and Nancy worked hard to get everything ready, including picking up and packing Frank’s truck, while Teddy and I sat around waiting for 3 o’clock to come.

We met over at Nancy and Ted’s house. Got underway after gassing up at 4:30. Just in time to join the rest of Atlanta heading North on 85. Ted, Nicole, and Danny and I road in the truck. Kathy, Nancy, Shawn, and Brittany road in the Toyota. Frank, Stephanie and Lauren would meet us at Tate Branch later, driving Ted and Nancy’s car.

We arrived before sunset after winding up into the mountains to Clayton, then east, looking for Tate Branch. The Tate camp sight was closed because of a broken water pump.

Fortunately there was room at another site a mile or so down stream. We got busy setting up the pop-up trailer and the two other tents. We also gathered some wood, before it got dark, to start a fire. Our site was big and right on the stream. Ted kept calling it a river.

The bigger tent had been packed damp and the top cloth had rotted. It ripped as Ted and I tried putting it up. Ted tore it down in frustration. As it got dark and started getting cold.

About 9:30 Nicole, Danny, and I drove a few miles back to the main road to find a pay phone. I found one and left a message for Frank to bring a tent in the event they had not left or had come back. I was sure they were lost in the darkness. In fact, the kids and I pulled over, shut off the car lights, and laid down next to the car to look at the millions of stars. The Milky Way was bright across the sky. We don’t get to see the sky like that in Atlanta. I’m not sure Danny ever has.

Frank and crew left about 7:30 with directions that failed to explain a critical turn. The two-hour trip took them four hours. They drove up very tired and frustrated at 11:30. I was impressed they found us at all in the pitch black.

The kids were asleep, and the rest of us soon turned in to end the end of a frustrating beginning. It was awfully cold. Kathy and I slept in a small dome tent. Frank, Stephanie, and Lauren slept in the back of Frank’s truck.

Camping Lessons:

1) Set up your tent before you leave to make sure a) It’s ok and b) you know how to set it up.

2) Bring Bic lighters for every adult.

3) Bring some rope for carrying a bundle of sticks from the woods.

4) Bring a swiss-army knife.

5) Bring a small wood saw.

6) Children under 4 are a triple-problem. a) You worry about them, b) every minute, c) and you feel guilty sticking them with anyone else.

7) Bring less changes of clothes for yourself and more for the kids.

8) Shoes for walking on the rocky river bottom are a must.

9) A Coleman lantern is worth it’s weight in street lights.

10) A mountain morning dew will wet down everything exposed as well as any rain.

11) You don’t have to drink beer. Water makes it easier to wake up.

12) Give everyone directions and everyone go together. That way you all get lost together, which is more fun.

13) Plan to use someone’s voicemail (or mother… no… father) in case you get split up. Don’t put the voicemail directions on the camp site directions. You’ll need the first in case you lose the second.

14) It will feel 20 degrees colder than you think it will be.

15) A good sleeping bag is worth 5 times its weight in blankets.

16) Wool socks are worth the itch.

17) Bring four flashlights. Maybe one will work, and maybe you will be able to find it in the dark.

18) Obey all rules. Rangers may not bother you, but it’s not worth worrying about.

19) Buy your firewood. It’s easier on the back.

20) There are going to be bugs.

Oh, The Places You’ll Go

A gathering together of old, dear friends

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Cat-in-the-Hat-color.pngTogether they gathered, on hearing the news,

sharing a sniffle, a tear, some boohoos.

The Lorax was there, and Horton, with Who,

the Cat in the Hat and Thing One and Thing Two.

The Grinch? He attended. And others we know.

Their faces were long, there spirits were low.

The first speaker was Thidwick, the Big-Hearted Moose.

His heart it was grieving, for his friend Dr. Seuss.

“Oh the places he took us, the places we’ve been,

the worlds he created with strokes of his pen.

“The whimsy and fun and sweet little ditties,

that taught love of reading to millions of kiddies…”

“He wouldn’t be happy to hear you like that,”

reminded a smiling Cat in the Hat.

“Remember our friends, those millions who read us?

We’re silly to think that they will forget us.

“Those girls are now women! Those boys are now men!

And so the old cycle starts over again.

“The children who played with the toys, dolls and puppies,

have grown into creatures called Buppies and Yuppies.”

“One day, in their lap, sits a bambino, papoose.

On that day they will need us, the creatures of Seuss.”

“You’re quite right, of course,” said Horton’s Who.

“We have quite a lot of work yet to do.”

And slowly, so slowly, their frowns turned to smiles,

spreading so wide, miles upon miles.

-The Atlanta Constitution Editorial Page

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“You’ll be on your way up!

You’ll be seeing great sights!

You’ll join the high fliers who soar to great heights!”

(from “Oh, The Places You’ll Go”. Seuss, 1990)

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Theodor Seuss Geisel

March 2, 1904 – Sept. 24, 1991