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A Road Well Traveled

We are not through yet.

It is Monday night, Inverness time. We have two more full days before we head west, well west. i will never be able to capture and relay my feelings about these two weeks. i will try, but there is just too much there to capture.

Todd, Carla, and Maureen were perfect to join us. After all, they are our husband and wives. i remarked earlier to Maureen how i marvel how the relationships between each couple seems perfect, seems to fit.

Today, Carla took a photo (Todd did as well) in Nairn, in a grassy park. She sent it tonight as we were preparing for bed.

i saw it and responded to the email, “i think i’m going to cry.” i did. After all, the other two here are my brother and sister. i love them and consider myself lucky to be their brother and therefore kin to Todd and Carla, and course, Maureen, who is my better half.

This trip has been far more than i expected. It ain’t over yet, but it has been a rode well traveled.

More to come.

Scorrybreac

Another short post for my life is filled with family, peace, and awe right now.

This morning we took a walk. Actually this really was a hike with the hilly paths we took. Over only three kilometers, just a couple of steps over two miles, it can be a challenge for the uninitiated hiker with the path ascending from the sea to the path’s peak and back to the sea.

The ancestral home of Clan MacNeacail, about 130 acres was reacquired by The Nicolsons (part of that clan) of Scorrybreac who forged and maintain the trail.

History is deep here, and i kept finding myself thinking of the ancestors. The hike provides a glimpse of life on this island world of Scots, a panoramic view from the life of the sea, the life of the farms, and the life of the city.

At the outset, there is a viewpoint on a grassy knoll. An older gentleman sat on a stone wall adjacent to the memorial for the Clan MacNeacail where their chief’s home used to stand. The man’s beagle clasped a green ball in his mouth, wagging his tail furiously, and continuously winding under the man’s leg, begging for a game of fetch. The gentleman refused, sitting stoically until he rose and proceeded on his walk with the beagle bounding  round him and tail still wagging.

The world seemed right, balanced.

As we started the ascent, i thought of my friend Cy Fraser and his brother Walt, thinking it would be nice to walk their ancestral lands in this northern land with them one day.

i find i can stop amidst my brother, sister, and our spouses talking, laughing, and sharing, take a breathe remaining quiet, and achieve a feeling of fulfillment, almost meditative in this land.

Some views on the walk:

The Jewell Clan at the MacNeacails clan memorial

 

The Bay of Portree
Maureen walking to the light.
Wild yellow irises with many more ready to bloom.
Majestic bluffs.
Farmland with cows below the bluff.
Farmland away from the sea.

There are many more, but not for here today. Time is getting on toward supper with a brisk walk to town proceeding.

Can you tell i’m having a wonderful time?

Something…Well, Just Beyond My Imagination Capabilities

It was in Edinburgh (photos and post or posts to follow). We had stopped to buy something one of us forgot to pack. It was on the first floor, second floor to us Americans, of Harvey Nichols, a high end store.

While waiting, i wandered through the men’s department and there i stumbled upon this display:

The item on the top shelf right is a pair of gym shorts. The item on the top shelf left is a gym tee shirt. The item on the lower shelf right is a pair of sweatpants. The item on the lower shelf left is a hoodie. Those are two  ball caps with different style logos on the back of the top shelf. They are all Givenchy merchandise.

Their price?

Shorts: £350 = $444.15
Tee shirt: £350 = $444.15
Sweat pants: £650 = $824.99
Hoodie: £650 = $824.99
Cap (assuming you would only buy one), each: £325 = $412.44

Soooo, the ensemble to work out and sweat would run you £2325 = $2,970.72.

I’m guessing your shoes would run about $1,000 and socks would be around $200.

And i’m thinking who would pay that for something to wear while working out? i wear my oldest sweat stained gym shorts and torn tee shirt.

So i guess i will have to buy these as a present for my friend Henry Harding. i’m sure he would appreciate them.

Thoughts on the Linn of Tummel

This should be a poem. Today, it is a short post.

i’ve been gathering my photos in an organized fashion, a new thing for me. i will make several posts, i’m sure when i am in the mood. For the last five days, i have not been in the mood for several reasons.

Today, we took a hike in the Linn of  Tummel. Linn in Scotland means pool at the bottom of a waterfall. The park or hiking area around where the Tummel River falls into its confluence with the Gerry River is also called the “Linn.”

It was in the midst of on again, off again light rain. i wouldn’t have it any other way. Maureen took the photos. i left my picture-taking phone in the car. Glad i did for i had several thoughts about the hike i would not have had had i been focusing on taking photos.

The first thought i had was i wish Peter and Sandra Thomas were joining us. Peter, one of the best folks i know, married this beautiful Scottish lass a number of years ago. Even though we see them only occasionally, we consider them some of our best friends. This place, even if it hadn’t been in Scotland would have given me thoughts of Peter.

It is a quiet walk. With the exception of three couples coming upon on us from the opposite direction and the half-dozen guides and tourists we went by as they were doing an inner tube ride…er, fall down a short section of small waterfalls, we were alone.

i thought of Camp Ocoee about forty miles east of Cleveland, Tennessee where i went around eleven years old and canoed the Ocoee River through rapids and camped in the rain.

i thought of my dog Cass, the lab with unbounded joy of woods and water and how much i would have loved to have him by my side.

i thought of how my parents would be smiling to see their three children and their spouses walking through the green, green together.

i thought of the five people with me,  the two closest to me in so many ways, sister Martha and brother Joe, and their spouses Todd and Carla, who are just about perfect for matches. i thought about how this trip has exceeded my expectations of sharing our time together.

i thought of many things i would like to convey to my friends. i’m sure i will forget most of those thoughts before i put them here.

i didn’t think about many things.  Those were the negative thoughts. They did not enter my mind.

In fact, i thought how all of you should just once hike the Linn of Tummel. i believe you would find peace as i did.

“Murphy’s Law” with a Twist

The next daily entry from “Murphy’s Law” pasted on my 1981 letter-size calendar booklet gave me pause. i didn’t like it. i had thought of the “goofy guy’s” comment and planned for the post to look like this:

From my “Murphy’s Law” desk calendar archives thanks to Aunt Evelyn, Uncle Pipey, and cousin Nancy:

Law of the Individual: Nobody really cares or understands what anyone else is doing.
Goofy guy’s caveat of  the Law of the Individual: Au Contraire.

Then i read two posts on Facebook. One was from Judy Lewis Gray quoting E.B. White. The test of the letter read:

As long as there is one upright man, as long as there is one compassionate woman, the contagion may spread and the scene is not desolate. Hope is the thing that is left to us, in a bad time. I shall get up Sunday morning and wind the clock, as a contribution to order and steadfastness.

Sailors have an expression about the weather: they say, the weather is a great bluffer. I guess the same is true of our human society—things can look dark, then a break shows in the clouds, and all is changed, sometimes rather suddenly. It is quite obvious that the human race has made a queer mess of life on this planet. But as a people we probably harbor seeds of goodness that have lain for a long time waiting to sprout when the conditions are right. Man’s curiosity, his relentlessness, his inventiveness, his ingenuity have led him into deep trouble. We can only hope that these same traits will enable him to claw his way out.

Hang on to your hat. Hang on to your hope. And wind the clock, for tomorrow is another day.

Following that, i heard the “news” about the Navy trying to hide references to the USS John S. McCain (DDG 56) being hidden during President Trump’s visit to the U.S. Yokosuka (Japan) Naval Base. My shipmate from our first ship, Andrew Nemethy posted Eliot A. Cohen’s Atlantic article. It is a long article and i won’t post it here, but the link here: https://www.theatlantic.com/ideas/archive/2019/05/uss-john-s-mccain-scandal-stains-navy/590575/.

Thank you, Andrew. i agree with your thoughts in your post. If it weren’t for Judy’s post of White’s 1973 letter, i would be very depressed. Thanks, Judy.

My reaction to Cohen’s diatribe against Trump and the Navy…and the news was typical of my being a pocket of resistance.

i immediately bristled at the idea. My concern from my perception of my Navy losing its focus of its mission to a place where folks can position themselves for higher and higher office, and the perceived need to be nice to sailors, politically correct, and forego responsibility and accountability is deep within my blue water soul. i have to double back and check many stories to guard against using a sound bite, a news story, or a talking head tinged with the need to get attention, readers, or viewers, or to bolster one’s political stance.

Then there is Dr. Cohen. The man is over the top on this one. From his bio, he has done a lot of good things. But he has never been an officer or sailor. Serve at least four years on a ship before you start claiming defeat of our country, Dr. Cohen. You began with some thoughts for consideration, but then, WHAM, you went to hyper space.

As usual, there are conflicting reports as to whether there was actually an attempt to hide McCain’s name during the visit. The claims, as usual, have expanded, and gotten over to the preposterous side of news reporting. i wonder if Cohen checked out the validity.

That’s not to say, i don’t believe it happened to some degree, and even if it was just conversations between some white house officials and the Navy, that is not proof.

Two opposite thoughts:

  1. When i was on an amphibious squadron staff, our five ships were in Subic Bay for maintenance and liberty. George H.W. Bush, as vice-president came to visit. Our leaders (and i am being polite here in not naming names) who eschewed improper topside maintenance, did a flip flop and ordered all of the ships to paint over rust and unprepared exterior surfaces to appear immaculate. This old first lieutenant futilely protested against such hypocrisy. i felt the vice-president and a Navy Hero in WWII, would understand. i was ignored. We “radioed” (crappy paint job without proper preparation) the hell out of five capital ships of the U.S. Navy for the VP to spend about two hours of his visit, mostly inside the ships.
  2. i spent about two years total in Navy shipyards on ships undergoing maintenance. It was not uncommon to use tarps and staging to perform maintenance and often a ship’s name on the fantail was covered by the tarp or the staging. In today’s environmentally conscious environment, covering a ship with the new-fangled version of a tarp to prevent debris from falling into the water is rampant.

So i don’t know what happened, and i am not about to claim the Navy is going to hell just to express my dislike of Trump.

If you read any of my stuff, you should know i don’t like to take political positions. i started to do that here but restrained myself.

Yet when i read those two posts this morning, i became sad we have reached this place where rocks over the wall, spin out of control, no consideration of humanity (other than what benefits our position), and that accountability and responsibility stuff disappearing from our discourse and our personal behavior. i also fervently hope E.B. White was right then and his words hold true for now. Then i think what got us here. Trump, his supporters, and his opposition have certainly been major factors. Lack of compromise, vilification of those who disagree, unwillingness to compromise have led us to this dark place.

If i were a bit younger, i might step up, grab the guidon, and lead the charge to more understanding, more cooperation, ta da ta da ta da. But it’s the younger generation’s world now. Perhaps i write this to vent. i don’t think so. No, i hope i don’t. When i write things like this, it is with E.B. White’s hope we still can make our country and our world better and maybe, just maybe, someone will read this, think (perhaps not in the way i expected, and that’s okay), and help us move toward better and get a little more light in here.