Stretching with NK Body Philosophy.
Walking. Louisville. With Tricia.
Mirror Me – Shawnee Mirror Me – Single Pop 0
Radetsky March, Op. 228 – Leonard Bernstein & New York Philharmonic
From the Gutter to the Whitehouse – The Wakes
Dreamer – Prince
Seven Years – Natalie Merchant Tigerlily Pop 0
The Island – Paul Brady-
Ships Are Sailing – Eileen Ivers
Red Path – Brulé We The People
Heart Of Mine – Blake Mills & Danielle Haim
God Bless The Child – Chris Botti & Paula Cole
DO YOU LOVE HER – Jessie Reyez
We Three – Patti Smith
Poor Old Dirt Farmer – Levon Helm
Tag Archives: Louisville
27 Louisville 2020
Filed under Exercise, Family, Louisville, Music, playlist
26 August 2020
Walking. Louisville.
Just Say Yeah – Jackson Browne
The Mystic’s Dream – Loreena McKennitt
L’Amour Ou La Folie – BeauSoleil
Talkin Bout That River – Al Hirt1
Whiskey In The Jar – The Dubliners
Sleepover – Hayley Kiyoko
Be Happy – Mary J. Blige
More Love (Karleigh’s Song) – Abraham Jam
Mutiny – Crosby & Nash Whistle
Within The Rocks – Paul Horn & R. Carlos Nakai
It’s Over Now – Della Reese
Getting In Tune – The Who
By the Time I Get to Arizona – Public Enemy
El Sicuri – Rumillajta
Filed under Exercise, Louisville, Music, playlist
25 August 2020
Walking. Louisville.
Miracle of Miracles – Fiddler On The Roof
Someday Soon – Crosby, Stills, Nash & Young
Fire And Arms – Elliot Goldenthal
No Puedes Volver Atras – Victor Jara
Spirt Of The Land – John Munro P
Autumn Child / Heaton Chapel – Lúnasa
Not For Sale – Alice De Micele
Thunder Remix – Nuttin’ But Stringz
Sur Tes Pas – Autour De Lucie
Africa – Toto
The Man From Mullingar – The Wolfe Tones
Hello Mary Lou – Credence Clearwater Revival
Old Brown Shoe – The Beatles
Finale – Come From Away
Hit the Road Jack – Mo’ Horizons
Sometimes I Feel Like a Motherless Child – Paul Robeson
Calling All Crows – State Radio
Stewball – Woody Guthrie
Join Us In A Cup Of Tea – Carol Channing
Filed under Exercise, Louisville, Music, playlist
11 Dec #Grow #AdventWord 2018
It’s the house where it happened; the home where they grew.
Sean was two when we moved in;
it is the only place Eric lived until he went to college.
This was taken on the day we scattered.
We still own the home atlthough none of us live there any more..
Tricia is in Louisville.
Sean and I are in diferent parts of Manhattan.
Eric and Essie are in Ann Arbor.
Filed under Advent, Cleveland Heights, Family, Photo
The kindness of friends
The last two days provided a reminder of the importance of a network of friends.
The lesson began Friday morning. I had traveled to Louisville for a week of staff meetings. Friday’s involved all the staff members of the Presbyterian Mission Agency.
Worship opened the day. A celebration of the year’s highlights followed. Then came the recognition of our colleagues for years of service.
This played out against a weather forecast that as early as Wednesday called for bad weather. Some staff members from out of town chose to change their airline tickets early Friday morning. I did not.
The weather warnings continued as the day progressed. During the first workshop, leadership made the decision. We heard the announcement that the staff day was suspended. We could leave. The building would close at 3:00.
After one last conversation and a quick lunch, I tried to change my flight. It proved a fruitless endeavor. I decided to go to the airport and see what happened there.
I arranged to stay with Sara and John Lisherness if I could not leave. Ryan Smith took me to the airport. Some ice had accumulated. A cold icy, rain fell.
I checked in my flight. The weather deteriorated. Flights were cancelled. Snow began. Around 2:30, my plane was cancelled.
I booked a flight for today and then took a cab to John and Sara’s house where I spent a pleasant evening. As the snow piled up, the driver made his way to Willow. He even made it up the hill from Eastern Parkway. “Up the hill?” he asked. “Up the hill, sir,” I replied.
This morning, at 9:30 AM, John took me to the airport for a day’s travel adventure that ended around 8:00 PM.
Tricia began the trek from Cleveland to the Shire even earlier. She had an uneventful day, arriving at the Shire about 10:00 AM.
That is when her adventure began. The key I gave her would not work the lock. After numerous tries, she went to Max Caffe where she hung out for a while. When that got old, she came and sat in the lobby.
Ryan observed her plight on Facebook. He called James Porter. Tricia and James talked and made arrangements for him to meet her with a key. About 7:30, Tricia entered the Shire. I got in shortly thereafter.
An interesting day. A day of minor inconveniences. A day to remember our privileges. A day to give thanks for friends: Sara and John, Ryan and James. It is a blessing to have a community.
Jules offered amazing support as well while I was stuck in Louisville.
Of course he may have wanted my pizza.
See you along the Trail.
My hero’s bat
When the hotel fitness center closed early,I took to the streets of Louisville for exercise.
On Main Street,
I trailed the Walk of Fame.
I sought,
and found
my childhood hero.
Recuerdo Roberto.
See you along the Trail.
Filed under Baseball, Louisville, Photo
Fellowship of the Shire
Originally posted about a year ago,
it seems appropriate to repost this one
in the aftermath of the sale of the Shire.
No rings, no wizards,
no reforged broken swords,
not even a walk to Mordor,
where of course no one simply walks,
but a fellowship nonetheless graced
the halls of the Shire.
Rooted in minimalist hospitality,
this fellowship of family and friends
knitted together over food and games,
movies and song,
conversation and camaraderie,
Jameson and other libations;
never present all at the same time,
always present in spirit,
the fellowship of the Shire
blesses me daily,
graces my living
and travels with me
wherever the ongoing road might lead.
In the hope that the Fellowship of the Shire has meant
and means as much to the other members
as it has and does to me.
The Shire, Louisville
19 April 2012
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- Dismantling the Shire (graybeardtrail.wordpress.com)
The rant of privilege
I recognize my privilege in being able to travel.
I recognize my privilege in being able to travel by air.
I recognize how amazing the whole concept of flight is.
I recognize that most times, travel goes far more smoothly than I have any right to expect.
I recognize that.
And when things go wrong. I whine. I acknowledge my privilege. And I whine.
Here, in a series of Facebook posts, is what happened today:
10:05 AM more or less
The plane left the gate, taxied to the runway, where we now sit waiting for an open gate to which the plane can return to have a steering issue corrected. Do we get frequent flyer miles for taxiing back and forth? Or frequent sitting points?
10:35 AM more or less
And we’re back at the gate. What a short, strange trip it’s been.
10:45 AM more or less
And we’re getting off. In Louisville. Jordan is working on our flights. Amazing how he can do that and talk to us on the plane at the same time.
11:00 AM more or less
Rebooked. Kind of like being rebooted.
11:02 AM more or less
Why did the child laugh when he saw our plane is going thru Detroit?
11:05 AM
“Your plane will leave at 11:00 so you can make the connection,” said the gate agent at 11:05 with no plane at the jetway and the crew standing inside the airport.
11:08 AM
Always nice to have these kind of travel issues when no one cares when you arrive.
11:24 AM
Now boarding the plane that left at 11:00. It’s 11:24. Hope the plane is still there.
11:30 AM more or less
Now waiting for fuel for the plane. Those frequent sitting points keep accumulating.
11:35 AM more or less
Fuel truck arrived at plane. Could this lead to movement? In the air?
11:45 AM more or less
The door is closed. Will the next text be from DTW?
12:10 PM more or less
DTW
12:40 PM more or less
And on another plane. A much bigger plane. But still sitting. The rant of privilege goes on and on.
12:58 PM more or less
“We look forward to seeing you on your way back,” says the DTW gate agent. Not real good news to those of us who have had today’s adventure in SDF
3:02 PM more or less
LGA. The adventure draws to a close.
3:03 PM more or less
Apparently I was in an “economy comfort” seat. Not all the parts of my anatomy feel comfortable, though.
3:20 PM more or less
Have my bag.
4:12 PM more or less
The Shire on the Hudson
The day’s travel draws to a close. Other days – better days, worse days, different days – will follow.
And on those days, I’ll see you along the Trail.
Filed under Travel