Life Goes On

Wow, I haven't made a post since the middle of March! That's terrible. I will say we were a bit disconnected for a while. The end of March brought a big move for us as we moved out of our temporary house and into the house where we will stay for the duration of our time here. That also entailed scheduling pick-up of our lovely government furniture, packing all stuff and taking many trips to the new house, and scheduling/accepting delivery of our household goods which we had not seen since mid-November. The best was getting our old bed back! The government supplied mattresses are worse than the worst pull-out bed.

All in all, the moves went smoothly and we have a great house with lots of space and we sit high on a hill with nice views. There are no DSL internet lines up here, so we were without internet for a while as we waited for our internet satellite dish to come in and be installed. Now we are once more connected to the world (though we still can't get American tv shows through the internet...bummer.)

The house is great and after a month here, we still need to do a lot of rearranging, furnishing, and unpacking, but that will all happen in time. We are now preparing what we can in expectation of the parental arrivals. First it will be the in-laws, then my parents. We are excited to show them where we live and what we experience everyday.

Let's see......what has happened since mid-March (besides moving)....

 1. We had our last ski day of the year. There wasn't much snow but it was perfect for our little beginners, and it was a nice day to sit outside. We went to Folgaria which is a short 1 1/2 hour drive from Vicenza.

2.  We took a final ride around Dueville and this time on bike, like the locals do. Well, the kids were on their bikes anyway. I have yet to purchase one. Still looking for just the right one. It was a fun ride to town complete with watching the old men (and a few young too) competing in their Sunday afternoon bocce ball games and a stop at the popular local gelateria. Perfeto!

Riding the path into town.

Bocce ball courts are on the left.

Mmmmm, blue gelato. Who whouda thought?

3.  Other interesting parts of our old town.....the neighbor who let us watch him make homemade polenta on a Saturday morning. He was preparing it for the big family lunch the next day.

Pouring out the cooked mixture onto cloths on the dining room table so it can cool and then be cut.

4. Good-bye Dueville and hello Arcugnano. We moved from the flat agricultural land to high on a hill in the Colli Berici. Now, instead of being engulfed in fog each morning, we can look down from above the fog.

Sunrise view from the back of our house.

 

 

 

Clear day view from near-by church. Not much snow left on the mountains now.

5.  Easter arrived. The Army Post does a great party for the kids with face painting, an egg hunt, and of course, the Easter bunny himself showed up.

In front of our front door.

6.  Chris has mastered the art of bottling wine. He now buys wine from the tap (vini sfusi). It's a great deal and one can try some great wines at a low price. We have 5 liter and 15 liter jugs which are filled at the wine store and brought home for bottling. Through many discussions at many stores around town, Chris managed to purchase all the necessary equipment and he is perfecting the process. We are slowly building the wine supply in our cantina; a small, cool, dark basement area below our garage just big enough for wine storage. We recently found hooks in the cantina that are there for hanging dried salamis. Guess what our next food purchase will be? Salami sandwich anyone?

The bottling operation in the garage.

7.  The weekend after Easter brought us a great trip. We headed South to Siena. This is a great medieval town about an hour South of Florence. The town was great for walking around, with many narrow cobbled streets full of mostly pedestrians and the main piazza is large and perfect for sitting and eating a gelato and watching the people around you and taking in the sights in front of you. There is a reason Crayola named that reddish-brown crayon Burnt Siena. Everything one can see... from the buildings to the color of the soil is that color.

Il Campo

Church of San Domenico in the background.

The Duomo in Siena is awesome. From the facade, to the small chapels, to the library full of brilliant frescoes, to the sculptures done by Bernini and Michelangelo (actually he left mid-way through one of his works within the church because Florence commissioned him to sculpt the perfect man. Siena was stood-up for David.) It's definitely worth a visit.

Inside the duomo.

We also got a bit further South to Montepulciano. This was another medieval town, though much smaller and propped on top of a steep hill like a scoop of ice cream sits on a cone. This town in much revered in the world due to its fantastic Vino Nobile of which we had a few glasses and purchased a few bottles. This is one of those wines that is made by the gods. Good, good stuff.

Another way to get your wine from the tap. That Vino Nobile sure is good!

Montepulciano: Rainy day in a medieval town.

8.  The next event was Josh's fourth birthday. It was a typical American birthday party complete with a Spiderman sheet cake and a pinata. It was good fun for all, especially Josh!

9.  The next highlight of our spring was Chris' big yard project. When Chris puts his mind to something, it usually gets it done. This time it was having a vineyard in our backyard. Yes, there was much research done into what to plant, where to buy them, what equipment would be needed, what other garden accessories would be needed. Happily, the vineyard is underway with small bits of growth showing on most of the vines. They say 3 years until any significant grape production happens. We have some time to get our wine-making equipment!

Josh was a good helper. The small green stump sticking out of the ground is the beginnings of a grape vine.

The vines are in and the poles are planted. Now we water and wait.

10.  Yea, we are caught up to just this past weekend! Last Sunday we joined a family march. There are many organized walks all over this area. Someone told me it's called a volksmarch. There was one last Sunday for families in a town about a half an hour drive from our home called Piazzola sul Brenta. We parked in front of a large villa that dominates the city center. The town was having its third annual festival of sport and the walk was part of the festival. We followed many other families and people with dogs who walked or jogged the 7K course. It was a very nice walk. They even supplied a couple rest stops with water and light snacks. The kids did great and we had to nickname Josh "rocket man" because he powered through the course. The kid ran at least 3-4K or the 7K course. He just runs and doesn't look back. It was the perfect place for it. We will be doing this again, I think.

Villa Contarini at the start of the course.

Isabel getting a ride from daddy (AKA il cavallo). Josh so far ahead you can't see him.

There it is.....spring in a nutshell. Now, this week brings us visits from the electrician and the plumber. These are not exciting things to write about. I will be stuck at home again tomorrow as the plumber dismantles our lovely pink bathroom to find the source of the septic tank odor. He speaks no English and rattles off things to me in Italian of which I understand about 30%. At least he seems to understand the smell is something we wish to be rid of! Good times!

Ciao!

Lunchtime Conversation

Here is a summary of the conversation Suzanne and I had during lunch today:

CLT: Suzanne, it’s so quiet in here, where are the kids?

SHT: I just walked them over to Marina’s house (one of their new friends). Marina has an interesting accent having a mother from Bulgaria, an American father, and speaks fluent Italian.

CLT: Yeah.  It’s fun to see Marina teaching our kids Italian.

SHT: Right.  And Marina’s mom gave me a brochure for that nice family resort in Croatia, the one she was telling us about last night at dinner (we met them for pasta/pizza last night at a local trattoria).

CLT: Ok. Hey, is there any more cinghuale (slices of wild boar salame we brought home from Tuscany last weekend)?

SHT: Yeah.  It’s in with that really good Pecorini cheese that we got last weekend too.

CLT:  Ooh, that’ll make a damn good sandwich for lunch.  This isn’t the Pecorini, is it?

SHT: No, that’s that really good Provolone dolce (sweet).

CLT: Damn, that is really good.  I might have to have some of that on the side.  You need to help me drink this Prosecco I have left over from bottling this morning.

SHT: Ok. I really like that Merlot we’ve had lately.

CLT: I know, but if you’re still in the mood for red, try this CabSav from Le Vegre (really neat old farmhouse/vineyard up the street from us that sells wine on tap).

SHT: Oh yeah, I like that a lot.

CLT: Me too.  It’s such a deep, dark red.  And the aroma is really nice – give it a good swirl and smell it.

SHT: Yeah, that’s nice.  Do you think you’ve stocked up on enough wine yet?

CLT: I don’t know.  With all of the family we have visiting throughout the summer and what we drink on our own, I think we’ve got a decent supply but not too much.

SHT: Hey, my parents may be shifting the schedule for their visit.  They’re still coming before our vacation to Spain (we’re spending 2+ weeks in Seville, Barcelona/Costa Brava, and Pamplona).  Fio (our neighbor) is in Barcelona this weekend as a matter of fact.

CLT: Oh that’s nice.  Good Lord, look what a nice day it is outside today – sunny, 70, and amazing.  They called for rain all week, especially in the afternoons, so I was really hesitant to ride my bike to and from work, especially considering that we live up on some pretty high, steep hills.

SHT: Yeah, blame the weather forecast for not riding your bike up the hills!

CLT: I’m serious…..anyway, wow, I’m lovin’ this cinghuale.

…..after a couple of minutes of quietly eating our lunches, it dawns on me that the last 10 minutes of conversation was rather extraordinary, especially considering that it was all so casual and natural for us.  I have to believe that that is an indication that we are living a pretty charmed life these days.

ct

p.s. I've added a couple of pictures from our trip to Tuscany/Siena last weekend.

 We had such a great time - even, maybe especially Josh, despite the fact that he hasn't been properly trained to smile on demand yet.

 

There was some race (running) and festival going on.  It was rather crazy because the runners had to weave in and out of the meandering tourists, along these narrow, cobblestone streets.

I actually love this shot.  This church/basillica was really amazing.  The dome above the nave was as impressive as I believe the original architects intended it to be.  This was an impromptu thing that Josh and Isabel did so that they could lay next to each other, look up at the dome, and chat away about it.

A gelato break after chasing pigeons around.  I don't know if they were singing a song or hollaring "Mommy's got stinky feet!"

Yeah, that's the good stuff.

This came out a little out of focus (blame me), but this is actually one of my favorites.

Excuse a father, but could this girl possibly be any more beautiful!

 It is written that this is one of the most ornate church facades in Europe.  Funny thing is that I don't even see it.

 I love my hometown church in Annapolis, St. Anne's.  This one is ok too.  The sculpture deal on the left was done by Michaelangelo.  Actually, some of it was done by Mike, and the other parts he delegated to his students to finish up for him.  He had to run off mid-sculpting because he got this really profitable gig up in Florence.  I suspect was a big slap in the fact to Siena given that Siena and Florence were such feuding rivals.  But then Florence out-paced Siena to become this great city whereas Siena was kind of left in the past...much to the delite of 21st century tourists as Rick Steve's notes.

Swee' Nectar of the Kuntre'

God Bless my Dad. It’s turning out that he has become a pretty good source of material for my blog posts.

This latest post has to do with something my Dad has been known to say going back to the days of my childhood. Whenever we drove through an area of farming where the farm smells permeating our little kids’ noses, my Dad would revert into this old country farmboy and holler out, “AH, the swee’ nectar of the kuntre’!”

See, my Dad is only about one generation removed from “The Dukes of Hazard”. And even though he has spent the last ~43 years in the same house in the Suburbs of America, back in the day he still had his Ford pickup truck, Oak Ridge Boys 8-track, and all.

What’s interesting is that when that farm smell was especially ripe – you know, really RIPE! - he would have this wide toothy smile across his face like you couldn’t find a happier man on this Earth. To this day, I still don’t know whether that was just nostalgia for him, or even pride???

Well these days, the smells from the local Vicentine farming is as ripe as ripe can be! It’s curious too, because the intensity of the smells is like nothing I remember in the States. At home, you may drive through Southern Maryland or up into Pennsylvania, and you’ll smell farming as you drive along the roads. You may even get hit with the blast of manure smell if you walked into a horse barn, or the pig sties at the County Fair, or the cow stalls at the zoo, or something like that, but none of that compares with the intensity of smells they have here on the outskirts of Vicenza.

Now, admittedly, I have been spending more time up close and personal with these farms because lately I’ve been biking to and from work. My biking route takes me di-rectly through the heart of some of these farm fields, usually pretty early in the morning or later in the evening when the coolness and moisture of the air brings out the smells the most. When I’m biking, it’s not like I can hold my breath or roll up the car windows. So there’s that, but still. The pungency is so intense when you come up on it that you instinctively tend to cry, “OH!”, but then quickly shut your mouth and eyes, and turn your head away quickly to avoid such direct frontal assault. You wouldn’t even want to holler “swee’ nectar of the kuntre’” like my Dad because you wouldn’t want to breathe in that much of the kuntre’. It’s as if you opened the door to a real hot open and got blasted with the heat, but instead of heat, you get turbo-blasted with the hot poignancy of fertilizer and manure.

This, by the way, is all coming from a guy who actually enjoys getting waste-deep in a good, rich, steaming pile of compost, working it with a pitchfork and breathing in all that wonderful, musky perfume.

The stuff here is different though. What IS that smell anyway? The stench is so intense that instead of just dismissing it, you start to wonder what on God’s Earth could produce such a pungent odor. That can’t be just manure, can it? Chemicals? Chicken waste? Ground-up seafood waste? Maybe a potpourri of wastes? Because now that this has become a matter of routine, I have started to notice that there are actually different kinds of stench. It’s ALL really, really awful mind you, but there seem to be different flavors of awful.

I want to believe that the more awful the smell of fertilizer, the more nutrients and flavor end up in the local vegetables and wine grapes. I am going to choose to believe that. Because while I don’t know if I can say that it is the absolute worst-smelling smell I’ve ever smelled, I’d have to put it in the conversation. And the fact that I just wrote an entire blogpost about it should be some indication of its role in our current Italian experience. But at the same time, if that is how you go about producing such flavorful food and wine……well, ok then, bring on that swee’ nectar!

All Things Italian

We keep talking about how we need to start writing down all the little things that one notices on a daily basis when one is an American living in Italy. I think it's time to start writing it down. I'm sure there will be many addendums to this entry as these things continue to add up. There are, of course, many things that are good, some are bad, and some just make you go, "hmmm?"
 Here it goes....

1.  As Chris started to explain in his sheep entry, there are many farm fields everywhere around here. You need only go a few hundred meters  outside the city to find them. It's actually a striking thing when you first come here. I guess they don't have vast interior states in their country like Nebraska and Iowa where all farming is done. They do it everywhere. There is no "urban sprawl". It's actually really nice. Now that it's spring, every morning on the way to school, the kids watch the farmers plowing their fields. The down-side is, as Chris said, when they spread the fertilizer it's like being hit over the head with a board. The ripe odor hits your nose and you turn green and a bit dizzy. Luckily, it seems most of that has passed for now. Anyway, I'm convinced this agricultural zoning is at least partly why the food is so good. Talk about buying local!

2. Bicycles everywhere. The best is the old people on bikes. I tell you there are more seniors on bicycles than I thought possible and I'm willing to bet most of them have their original knees and hips too. When I run on Sunday morning, there are always a few women pulling their bikes into the church bike rack. These older women are always in skirts or dresses of course. Also, I'm not talking bicycling on a nice park path. I'm talking bicycling along roads that are 1 1/2 lanes wide with little Italian cars whizzing by, or heavy rush hour traffic around the city. I was trying to navigate this rush hour traffic at twilight the other day when a woman around the age of 70 in a black dress came right through two lanes of bumper-to-bumper traffic and I had to hit the brakes. WHew. Also, there are plenty of serious cyclists too. Lately, there are many alone or in singles, but on the weekend it's not unusual to pass a large peloton coursing down the road.

3.  Recycling is a practice taken seriously. There are five different pick-ups for our house: carta - all paper and cardboard, plastica - all plastic and cans, vetro - glass, umido - all organic food waste, and secco - basically everything else. They come to get the umido twice a week and the other recyclables about every 3-4 weeks. Though they come for the secco every couple weeks, if you put it out more than about 5 times a YEAR, you will get charged. Yes, people take recycling seriously and I think it's smart. Chris got scolded yesterday at the gelateria because he threw away his half-eaten cone. You may think that the crazy part of the story is that Chris did not finish his whole gelato/cone and normally I would agree, but here, the point is that he threw it in the general secco trash instead of giving it to the lady to place in the umido trash.

4.  Security. All Italian houses have either thick wooden shutters covering their windows or metal shades/shutters that roll down. When you leave your house, you not only lock your doors, you batten down the hatches. Apparently, violent crime around here is at a much lower rate than the states, but theft is much higher. Everyone has gates, fences, or at least a short wall around their house with a locked gate, and then you have the shutters over every window, and many people also have bars over at least the windows on the lower or ground floors.

5.  Women and fashion. Yes, it's true that Italian women (and men) are serious about how they look. Want to spot an American with ease? Look for the woman in boot cut jeans. Italian women wear the tightest jeans and pants possible and usually with heels. I think there are few other places where you see a woman on a scooter with blue, suede 4 inch heeled boots. She was probably on her way to work. It's also very interesting to me how much of a significant export Italian women are. I suppose you can see it on a world view with the likes of Nicholas Sarkozy and George Clooney, but I can tell you the American service men who come through this town have found many an Italian woman to take home with them.When I mentioned this interesting phenomenon to my husband he remarked, "well, they are smokin' hot." That shouldn't bother me, right? I mean, he seemed to state it like it's a well-known fact that would be hard to dispute. Ok, I get it.

The Italian women enjoying the sun while their children and husbands hit the ski and sledding slopes.

Well, I think there are many other things to be added to this theme of "all things Italian." It will be a work in progress. This is a start. Ciao!

Shephards guiding their flock....

One of the things I like about living in Italy is their urban planning, at least certain aspects of it. For instance, most of the residential areas are concentrated in actual towns, where most towns have a central piazza, church, and/or villa which defines the town. The towns often have pedestrian-only zones, with all their little pasticcerias, trattorias, café bars, and gelaterias. In between the towns, instead of sprawling residential neighborhoods and strip malls, there are mostly just farm fields and vineyards. It’s pleasant.

The downside of this arrangement, perhaps, is that there is lots of farming done just on the outskirts of town. As you drive from town to town, you generally drive on roads that are in fact two-way traffic, but that most Americans would consider being only 1.5 lanes wide. There are no shoulders and immediately adjacent to the road on both sides are usually drainage and irrigation ditches. But whether you are on the outskirts of town or driving between them, you will get all of the sights, sounds, and smells of farms. And during this time of year especially, that means lots of tractors driving down these narrow roads and lots of very strong smelling fertilizers.

As I told Suzanne when we got here, we needed to pay attention to where we were looking to live, because even though things seemed quiet and normal in the dead of winter, come Spring and Summer when you want to open up your windows and start spending more time outside in your yard or whatever, the smells can be downright RIPE!

Here’s a new one on me though. I was driving along one fine day, making my way over to where I intended to by vino sfuso (tap wine directly out of the casket). I was zipping along the roundabouts near the autostrada and exited down onto one of the local roads. As soon as I came off the ramp I had to brake rather quickly because right there in front of me was a flock of sheep being herded across the road. ….what I mean by that is that a FLOCK OF SHEEP was being herded by SHEPHARDS across the road! I’m talking about HUNDREDS of sheep, along with a whole mess of donkeys mixed in, replete with all the herding Border Collies running around, and SHEPHARDS with their shepherd staffs yelling and whistling to try and hurry their flock of sheep along. This flock of animals tracked a swath of mud and leaves across the road, kicking up clouds of dust, baa’ing their baa’s, like 100 meters from the exit to the autostrada. I sat there and waited in my car, laughing my ass off out-loud to myself, looking around to see if anyone else behind me found this to be as unusual and interesting as I. If they were as impressed as I was, they didn’t show it. I guess this is just what we do here. So what do you do – snap a cell phone picture or two, wait for the last sheep and shepherd to cross the road, shrug your shoulders, and continue driving on. After all, there is wine to buy!

ct

Alpen Adventures

One definite advantage of this government work are these government holidays. As you may have read, we celebrated MLK holiday with a trip to Cinque Terre and this past Presidents’ Day weekend we spent with a trip to Austria. In previous years, we have had fantastic weekends with the Garrett family out at Deep Creek Lake, Maryland, and we certainly missed them this year. Since last year was the first time we put the kids on skis, we decided to try it again. Being where we are, it was time to have the kids ski the alps.

It was a full week leading up to the weekend and it was topped off with finally getting our car back from the shop (see Chris’ entry "just a little craziness") with a hefty bill and other complications that left Chris in a not-so-happy state and brought him home late on a night requiring a long drive. Luckily, the trip was smooth and we arrived in Innsbruck, Autria in about 3 1/2 hours. The next day, we headed out for a small, local ski mountain that is geared to beginners and families. The crowds were crazy as apparently this is also winter break for most school kids in Austria and Germany. The ski schools were full, so Chris and I decided to be ski instructors for the kids for the day.

Looking back at Innsbruck from the gondola at Mutteralm.

It was really a great day. The weather was perfect with warm sun and no wind. We found the bunny slope and the poma lift that takes you up and that is where we stayed all day. The kids did great and by the end Isabel could ride the poma lift up by herself. They didn't do a whole lot of skiing by themselves. We stuck together and skied down with them and tried teaching them the basics.

The day was so nice, we were able to eat lunch outside on the deck with the beautiful alps all around.



Weissbier and wurst for lunch.



By the end of the day, the kids fell asleep before the car got out of the parking lot. That night we had dinner in Innsbruck, and after that, we were definitely ready to leave German food behind. Chris has less tolerance than I do with the German food, and when his grilled sausage dinner arrived and was basically two hotdogs on a bed of french fries, I thought we were going to have to leave for Italy the next morning. He stuck it out and I shared my entre which was much better.

The next day, we decided to stick around town. We took a modern funicular from the city of Innsbruck up the mountain to the Alpen Zoo. It was a great outing for the kids. The zoo is small and simple, but had many interesting alpen animals, plus an area with farm animals the kids could feed. After the zoo, we took the funicular up one more spot and had lunch at the base of a small ski mountain and took in some great views of Innsbruck and the Inn River. When we were leaving the mountain, it started snowing and it really added to the alpen-scene.



Josh feeding the goats and sheep at the AlpenZoo.

Another alpen creature at the zoo.



Looking down on Innsbruck and the Inn River.





On planning the trip, I really wanted to try skiing the Stubai Glacier which I heard was a great spot. It's about an hour south of Innsbruck, but the traffic over the weekend would have made it much more. Since we were still there Monday, we decided to give it a try. It was a worthwhile adventure. We drove the 45 minutes down the Stubai Valley which was full of deep snow blanketing tall pine trees and small alpen villages (yes, alpen was my word for the weekend).

Riding the gondola up the Stubai Glacier.

At the end of the valley, there are parking lots and the two main gondolas that take you to the actual base of the Stubai Glacier. We joined the masses and up in the gondola we went. We found out the ski schools were already full, but the "Kindergarten" was open to all. It was the easiest child drop off I have ever encountered. You show up at the kindergarten window, say you have children to drop off, they give you a slip of paper where you write your name and the name of the kids and a contact number (not really sure if my cell phone was even going to work up there), and then you kiss them goodbye.

Chris and I had the chance to ski a fantastic place for the rest of the day. The weather started out cloudy and snowy, but cleared by mid-day. The whole mountain is above tree line, so it is full of wide open slopes that had the best snow one could want for skiing. The only thing that would have made it better is if I had my snowboard (we decided on renting skis for the weekend as that makes it easier for teaching the kids). There were groomed runs with soft snow and there were runs with untouched powder. There were powder runs with some tracks and a firm base and ones where you just sink into the snow. Many of the groomed runs were left so that one side had powder and you could ski in and out of it as you like.

By the end of the day, our legs were done. I think we only skied for 4-5 hours but I couldn't have done anymore. It was a great day and a great way to finish our Austrian Alpen Weekend.

I ain’t no Eric Heiden, but…

My week long trip to Kaiserslautern, Germany has not been without its challenges, not the least of which is that my rental car’s window washer fluid mechanism doesn’t work. That is actually a pretty big challenge when you are driving over the Alps in the snow, or at night on foreign roads in the snow, or pretty much anywhere in this kind of weather.

But...but….one entire wall of my hotel room is a big window and glass door that looks out over a beautiful lake adjacent to the hotel. And when I arrived here, I could see people go out on that lake to walk around on the frozen ice, or ice skate, or attempt to ride their bikes. Also, there so happens to be a full moon this week, which is big and bright and beautiful, at least when it’s not snowing. So I ask you: was I going to stay in this hotel all week long watching these other people enjoy this beautiful frozen lake and not be out there myself?

Oh please, that dog just ain’t gonna hunt!

Of course I was going to go ice skating!...even if it meant driving all over God’s creation trying to find a pair of ice skates, even if it meant buying a new pair of ice skates when I have a perfectly good pair back home (or at least in some storage container somewhere), even if it meant embarrassing myself because it’s been so long since I’ve gone ice skating, and even if it meant going ice skating when it’s like 1F outside with a blowing, driving snow. I have been out ice skating every night since, taking big long loops around the perimeter of this lake, skating a little harder and faster with gaining confidence. And if anyone is wondering, yes, my legs and back have been so sore the following mornings I could barely walk. But it’s all good.

I mean, come on, anyone who knows me saw that coming a mile away, right? It’s like when we took our dog, Enzo, to the park and he would see a puddle of water off in the distance – you can predict the next half dozen series of events as sure the sun will come up tomorrow.

The funny thing about my time ice skating though is that I cannot seem to go ice skating without being constantly reminded of the days going ice skating as kids - specifically, going ice skating as a family, and more specifically witnessing the EPIC falls my Dad used to take on the ice. I might have to admit that part of the excitement of ice skating as a kid was the knowledge and expectation that as surely as the sun will come up tomorrow, my Dad was going to take a fall that would put the old “Agony of Defeat” video to shame. Rarely in any other time of my life have I seen bruising on the scale of size and color as the bruises my Dad would get from ice skating. And so if life has a tendency to repeat itself, I feel like I have gotten away with something if I can make it off the ice without repeating the carnage and subsequent cursing that my Dad used to wage on the frozen rivers and creeks of my youth.

ct