Saturday, April 30, 2022

TRAVELS AND TRIBULATIONS # 318

April 30, 2022

Thirty days hath September, April, June, and November.  La de da, la de da.  And April is almost over.  Potato.

To celebrate we rode the North Star today.  It is this huge arm with a passenger compartment that swings you up – 350 feet above sea level – and out over the sea.  Our earlier scheduled ride was cancelled because, so we were told, the Captain said it was too windy.  Today was more windy.  But if the Captain says it is, it is.  It was fun.  Photos to follow.



Tomorrow I am doing “The Lady in Gold,” a brand new talk.  Well, I wrote it September 2019, planning to do “The Creators” series in 2020, but we all know how that went.  So since Rose, the CPA, asked me if I’d do an extra talk 4 days ago, I’ve been rehearsing.  And I’m going to hit the boards again tonight, so my blog part will be short.

But for all of you fancy eaters out there, for dinner tonight I had Baked Potato Soup, Lasagna al Forno, and Warm Apple Tart with vanilla ice cream.

Oh, hey bro.  Did you know Google is celebrating Route 66?

Double O.  Sunrise in the Windjammer.

TTFN

Love,

Dad/Pappy/David

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Got a letter from Karen today. She and Frank were competing in the senior Olympics again this year but she didn’t tell me if they won any medals this year. Cudos for them for participating.

On to other news when I went up to walk today the decks were wet. Not sure if it rained or they had washed them. So it was squeaky and slippery. I walked around one time and because the temperature was cool I went to the cabin to get my crocheting and a jacket. It is to be colder tomorrow too. We are passing by Gibraltar tonight and into the Mediterranean. 

Breakfast was an omelet, toast and tomato juice, and hot chocolate. David came up to deck 14 to meet so we could go to the Windjammer for a salad for lunch. When he got there he was cold and had to go back and get his sweater. I made a taco salad at the taco stand and he made a garden salad in the Windjammer. We enjoyed an ice cream cone in the cold afterwards. He went back to study and I read a chapter in the new book I started. Then, went to the Music Hall for his talk. After that we went up to deck 15 to wait for our turn in the North Star. Our time was 4 o’clock. It was fun but I did kind of hold on to the rail. After that we went back to the room to dress for supper. We both had the lasagna and potato soup but I had coconut cake for dessert.

Last night we had gone to see a video about the making of the highly touted new show called the “Effectors” . It is a story about 4 super heros with a lot of high technology to do the show. Well, tonight we got to see the show. The technology was outstanding, the story not so much. The singing was good, costumes were great.

In one scene they had about 50 or more drones flying in the air at one time. They had changing light colors and they flew out way into the audience. It was awesome. I really wasn’t as impressed with the show as they said I should be. Oh well, we got a real nice color brochure showing all the stuff about Royal Carribean entertainment and etc. Very impressive. We only kept one of them. They also, for what ever reason, gave everyone a black cloth with the Royal Carribean name and emblem on it for cleaning you glasses. We kept both of those.

After the show we made our nightly trip to the Windjammer for my coke, his ice and water and caramel macchiato. Now back in the room. He has studied his Lady in Gold while I played with my kindle. Now we are blogging and then he will study some more.

Hey Amy and Jack the lawn and bushes look great. The camera at the house caught you (a total of 23 times). Hope the strawberries are good. 

Girls don’t forget to come to the house and get your Mother’s day gifts next week. 

Well, that is all for tonight. Love you all. Miss you. Mom, Granny and Bonnie

-30-

Friday, April 29, 2022

TRAVELS AND TRIBULATIONS # 317

April 29, 2022

I made myself cry this morning.  On all the official cruise documents I am “Melvin Sisler.”  I put my full name on the initial forms – Melvin David Sisler, Jr. – but first and last are all that is used.  I used to say, “but I go by David and it’s my Mom’s fault because she didn’t want her husband to be Big Mel and her first born son to be Little Mel.”  I don’t do that any more because I am after all Junior (we named the dog “Indiana”) and Skinny Pappy was Senior.

Well, back to this morning.  On my way out of the Windjammer, heading back to 11209 to rehearse for Potatoes, I stopped at the coffee counter to get a Caramel Macchiato (I bought a coffee card that gives me a limited number of speciality coffee drinks for less than the retail price).  I put in my order, the cashier writes instructions on the outside of the cup, and hands it to the Barista who makes the speciality Joe.  The cup is setting where I can see it, and I read CM and B (for breve – made with half and half, not milk) and Melvin.  And I thought, “I am proud.  Very proud to be your son.”  And sniffed back the water works.

Last night there was a special paper in our Cruise Compass, the daily guide to what’s happening around the ship, telling us we had to fill out the European Union Passenger Locator Form before we disembark in Civitavecchia.  Well, I am about 90% certain that I did that before we left 233, so I went to the website and tried to sign in.  Nope.  It told me I wasn’t found (I once was lost but now I’m found, was blind but now I see – thank you John Newton).  I did the only thing possible.  I grumbled and growled.  Then I started over.

Here’s the deal.  If you are staying in country, you have to tell them where you will be and give an emergency contact number.  I did all of that (after setting a new password) and then tried to do the same for Mom.  Frazzling computer wouldn’t let me.  Oh, I was trying mine earlier on my cellphone and that was frustrating, typing one finger – I gave up and went to the computer.  Nothing I did would let me enter her information.  Of course you know that raised the anxiety level in 11209.  Then I got a brain storm (I had an ice cream cone earlier that day for dessert and got a brain freeze – this was different).  Clear the cache.  Dump the history.  Throw out the cookies.  And voila!  It took Bonnie B. Sisler.  And now the European Union can find us, should they wish to do so.  It took me over an hour to do what should have been a 10 minute job.  I fell into bed at 12:05, that’s 00:05 for you military types, and slept until 08:30, with two brief interruptions.  Good grief!

Today I did my Potato talk and started with the story of the Russian fisherman (his eye was this big) and the story of the teenaged potato who announced to her parents that she was going to marry David Brinkley (she’s a royal potato and he’s just a commentator).  Those two stories got huge applause and I said, “If I can keep you as my audience, I may audition for ship’s comedian.”  Nah.  I only have 9 jokes.  The talk was well-received, and I appreciate it.

For your gourmands, tonight I had Salmon & Shrimp Fritters, Bay Scallop Gratin, Beef Bourguignonne, and Red & White Cheesecake.  Fancy.

Before we left for supper Bonnie arranged the towel animals Kadek had made for us on the bed, watched over by her Turtle.  Humor!

Okay.  Enough from my fingers.  

Love Dad/Pappy/David

Heeeere’s Bonnie!

* * * * *

He didn’t tell you what I said when he couldn’t get me entered. I said I guess I will have to go home. Oh well, it was frustrating and I had to remember my password for yahoo (which I haven’t used in a week). I had to set at the key board and imagine I was at home typing it in!! I did remember. At first he was going to use my g mail account and fortunately I remember its password too. Then, you have to be able to display the little QR code on a digital device so if some one wants to see it. Opps! I have no digital device on this cruise. So I forwarded my email to his g mail and we are good to go. 

It was a late starting day since we slept to 8:30. Breakfast was a piece of toast, a hard boiled egg, bacon and hot chocolate and tomato juice. (Don’t you just love hearing about my food, haha).  I didn’t finish my walking until after 10:30. I got over 2.6 miles  today.  I did still manage to finish one hexagon. While I was working on my crocheting there was a little boy ( about 10 or 11) sitting in the chair beside me. He rivaled Maggie in size. His legs and arms were smaller around than hers. He was reading a book called Space trip. A real book. He was still reading when I left to go to 270 for lunch (roast beef sandwich and potato soup). When we finished we walked up to deck 14 and had an ice cream cone for dessert. The young man was still sitting in his seat and he had finished his book while we were there. Cute lad.

Well, I sat a while longer and then went to Dad’s talk. Nice receptive crowd and they laugh at his jokes. Rose came by before his talk and informed us that Royal Carribean will not pay for my covid test, no surprise there. After his talk we went to the room. He napped and then worked on his next talk. I worked on another crochet hexagon and started to read a book on the kindle. I am listening to a Clive Cussler book while I crochet and now I am reading a different Clive Cussler book.

Soon we were dressed and off to supper. I too had the shrimp and salmon croquettes , a Caesar salad, and pork loin with mashed potatoes and cheesecake for dessert. All was good. Beside our table is a table of 6. It seems to be one family. Asian and an older man who seems to be in charge. Well, tonight he got a hold of the Maitre’ d and started complaining about the food. The meat was not good enough quality, the vegetables weren’t cooked, the taste of the food was not good. He had the same beef stew Dad had and the man said it was not good. And the Maitre’ d carried his plates back to the kitchen to tell the cook.  Well, a little while later your Dad told the same guy that the dish was delicious. This guy at the other table was trying to throw his weight around in front of the table and act like a big shot. 

Well, tonight’s show was a film about the production of their new headliner show that we are going to see tomorrow night. It looks good. 

Well, we are back in our room We went to 14 and I got a drink and he got some water. Now he is going to practice and I am going to play on my kindle. Tomorrow maybe I will get to see some whales as we get to Gibraltar. I am going to sit up on 15 where I will have a better view. We are also riding the sea plex at 4.

Love you all. Mom, Granny and Bonnie

Thursday, April 28, 2022

TRAVELS AND TRIBULATIONS # 316

April 28, 2022

Well, he was still asleep at 8. I woke about 7:30. I let him sleep and then woke him because we needed to get up. We showered and dressed and headed to the Windjammer. It was almost 9 by the time we got there. This morning I had a bowl of baked beans, butter bread and a couple of pieces of bacon and hot chocolate. After consuming my breakfast I headed out for my walk. It was cool and not as windy as it had been but very bumpy. I have staggered all day. One of these days maybe we will have some calmer seas.

The Captain said this morning that we are due to get to Gibraltar on the 8th day about 9:30 pm. And pass the rock about 2 hours later. He also said that as we cruise that day it is a good day to see whales.  So we should be on the look out.

I worked on my crocheting and listened to my book until about 11:30. He came up a short while after and we had lunch at the taco place just outside the windjammer. They have tacos, all kinds of meat, burritos, and quesadias. There were all kinds of toppings and beans or rice plus chips and cheese dip. We had some chips and cheese dip and a taco each. Then, an ice cream cone for dessert. 

After that I went to the 270 to watch some of the new James Bond movie, well actually the last one. He went to the room to get ready for his talk. 

Afterwards we came to the room to nap and dress for supper, formal night again.

Supper was okay. I had a cheese plate, a salad, turkey with all the trimmings, and cheesecake. Turkey was nothing extra. 

Then, he wanted to go to the magicians show at 7:45. I did not. So I went to the 270 to wait for the start of the virtual symphony concert at 8:45. I saved him a seat so when he finished he could join me. I asked how the magician was and he said he fell asleep three times. The concert was excellent. They played music from West Side Story, Star Wars, Jurassic Park , Indiana Jones, Apollo 13 and more. It is all done digitally. They have the video and they project on the wall of windows at the back of the 270 that is 3 stories high. They had covered the windows. 

We are now in our room. No time change tonight. Usual stuff tomorrow. I walked almost 3 miles today. I am trying to do lots of steps. I really want to do 4 miles at least every day. I will need to work harder. 

Nothing silly or unusual today but I saw a lot of ladies laying out in the sun that really shouldn’t wear a two piece bathing suit!  It has been a smooth cruise so far. No big headaches. Our cabin steward is very nice and our waiters are very good. In the windjammer in the morning they have waiters who push trolleys that have coffee and juices. The one guy makes the sound of a bozo the clown horn as he goes around. He is really funny. Nothing is very crowded. Really nice.

We were going to ride the sea plex which is a large open ball that they lift you up in and swing you about 300 feet up in the air and out over the ocean. Our reservation was for 4:20 but all reservations were cancelled because the Captain said it was to windy. So we have another time in 2 days. We have done it before on the Anthem of the seas and it is a lot of fun.

Well, my time is up. Love you all. Mom, Granny and Bonnie 

* * * * *

She said it all.  Good night.

Love,

Dad/Pappy/David

-30-

Wednesday, April 27, 2022

TRAVELS AND TRIBULATIONS # 315

April 27, 2022

Let’s begin with my selections for dinner.  Mac, another fancy night, I think.  Shrimp ceviche – lime-marinated shrimp tossed with cucumber, avocado, radish, red onions, cilantro and serrano chilies.  Pan-seared sole – flaky white fish served with jasmine rice, broccoli, cherry tomatoes and a fragrant anise-garlic-butter sauce.  Apple blossom a la mode – warm apple tart served with vanilla ice cream and caramel sauce.  Yummy!

The show tonight was Craig Dahn, a classically trained pianist, who played like a rock and roll boogie woogie pianist.  Really good stuff.  There was a camera trained on the keyboard and flashed on 3 screens so we could watch his hands.  Well, we could look where his hands were, but we rarely saw his fingers as anything more than a blur.  Excellent performance.  We went early to the theater, found seats, and 10 minutes later were told they were going to clean the house so we had to leave.  Came back in a minute or two after 7 and reclaimed our seats.

I have decided for the extra talk, since we are missing Madeira, to do “The Lady in Gold,” a brand new talk that I wrote almost 3 years ago and have never presented onboard.  It is a story I enjoyed researching, and am looking forward to doing it on Sunday, May 1.  Tomorrow is Spice, then Potatoes, then Raise a Glass, before “The Lady in Gold.”


Before I turn the keyboard over to my cruise buddy, a story from somewhere early this morning when the time was O Dark Something.  Bonnie got up to go to the facilities.  There is a nightlight in there that lets you see where you are stepping (there is a step up to go to the loo) and when she looked towards the porcelain facility, she noticed a small, rectangular, green object floating in the bowl.  It was my deodorant.  We have caught up to the storm that the Captain said we would be following and one of the wave swells tossed it in.  She gingerly fished it out and washed it in hot water.  Tonight, the lid will be closed.

And now.  Heeere’s Bonnie!

* * * * *

EWH!!! Imagine half asleep and seeing this object floating in the pot. Then, having to fish it out. Yucky!!

Not a good evening I have been thrown all over the ship by our rocking back and forth. The Captain had said in his early morning talk that it would be smoother this evening. Wrong!! It anything it is worse. Oh well, it is good to sleep to but not to walk to. Only walked 3 miles today. Did get one more square crocheted. 

We got up about 8 and showered and went to breakfast. I had a bacon sandwich and a hot chocolate. David was able to find some hot chocolate packages at the coffee station (I had looked earlier and there weren’t any)so tomorrow I will make my own  now and not have to use his coffee card.  Lunch we went to the pizza place. We had a variety of sides (olives, tomatoes and cheese, stuffed peppers, etc) and we each had 2 slices of pepperoni. Then I had a cup of chocolate pudding. A very enjoyable lunch. He went back up to study and I went to the Music hall to wait for his talk on Salt. Some cruise person was doing some kind of trivia on countries and places that the ship visited. She kept talking and talking as the time got close to 2. She finally finished about 1 minute to 2.

After his talk we headed to the room for a quick nap before supper. Tonight the dress was Carribean night so I wore a pair of Carribean jogging pants and a pink shirt. He wore his new Royal Carribean shirt he had bought. Supper was a shrimp cocktail, Parmesan chicken over spaghetti with a tasteless tomato sauce (the chicken was good) and a lemon meringue tart. Then, off to wait to get into the show.

The pianist, David Dahn, started off with two versions of the Phantom of the Opera. The original play and the latest. They showed scenes from both movies as he played the song from each version. It was very impressive. David said you can view it on u-tube. He was exceptionally good. When he was young he performed with Liberace and wears on of his baby grand piano diamond rings. Only one of three that Liberace had and gave away. Dad said he would try and put a link to his stuff on the blog [I found it, link above]. Worth taking a look at. The only funny thing is the promotional photo they have of him on the ship is when he was probably in his late 20's or early 30's and he is now grayed and more like in his 60's. 

After the show we went up to the windjammer to get ice and a drink.

I am very hot, tried and ache tonight. Hot I cool off soon so I can sleep. There really isn’t anywhere for me to sit comfortably in the cabin. If I sit on the couch my feet don’t touch the floor. And the pillows on the bed are all so huge there is no way to arrange them so I can sit. Oh well it will be fine.

Hope you girls are enjoying the strawberries in spite of the large garter snake that is crawling in amongst them. Miss you all. We have to turn our clocks up again tonight and now I will be adding 4 hours to my watch and my phone. Crazy!!!

Love to you all. Mom, Granny and Bonnie

-30- 

Tuesday, April 26, 2022

TRAVELS AND TRIBULATIONS # 314

April 26, 2022

Today is the fourth day. We are still south and going to follow the great circle path. We will catch up to the storm that is in the Atlantic but we will be behind it. We should still feel some of its effects. It is a little rocky tonight and the temperature high tomorrow is to be 70.

We got up at 8, showered, had breakfast and then I went to walk. I have over three and half miles today. I am trying to do a lot of steps to get ready for our walking tours. 

I am getting some crocheting done. The pattern I brought with me is slow going. I have made 3 hexagonal squares so far. I hope to finish another 20 before we get to Italy so I will have to pick up the pace.

We had lunch at the 2-70 Bistro. I had a Reuben, a peanut butter mousse and some cantaloupe. Then, they were showing the movie “Dune” so I got to watch about an hour before I had to go to his talk. I will have to find it on Kodi and watch it when I get home. He did the water talk today. It was good. After the talk we came back to the room and napped then dressed and went to dinner. Not much tonight the Pablano and corn soup was good and the chicken wings. The chicken breast not so much but the broccoli and carrots were good. The berry crumble wasn’t much.

There were no shows tonight other than a repeat of “The Book”. So we went up to deck 14 to play cards. We tried to play outside on the deck but the wind kept blowing the cards so we went into the Windjammer to play. The score one game to none his  favor. We are back in the room and he is listening to the Pirates. Me I am typing but I am about to turn it over to him.

Love you all. No rain here except off in the distance. Jen there should be a small package for me tomorrow but it should be in the mail box. 

Love you all!! Miss you, too.

* * * * *

Since we are missing the Madeira stop, there will obviously be an extra day at sea.  Rose, the cruise program administrator asked me today if I’d do an extra talk, and I said, of course.  I have one more talk in the Edible History series, so I will do “The Larder of the Vikings: Atlantic Cod.”  More than any of the talks I do it is the story of how humanity is destroying natural resources.

At one point today in “Water: It’s Universal” I do a section on “water engineering.”  Since we are missing Madeira I thought I’d put in a couple of slides about that island, specifically its “lavadas” – 1350 miles of water ways dug into the mountains to move water down to the cities.  There are some beautiful walks along them.  Some day we hope to do a couple of them (we’ve driven beside them, but that’s as close as we’ve gotten).  When I do the last Edible History talk, “Raise a Glass” I’ll be talking about historic beverages, one of them is wine, and I’ll put in two more slides about Madeira.  One is their wine making and the other is just for fun – Lucille Ball stomping grapes on their tour of Italy (from a series of episodes of “I Love Lucy”).

My dinner choices tonight were good.  The Pablano corn soup plus escargot for appetizers, vegetable curry with jasmine rice and naan bread for the main course (the curry was advertised with okra in it and I almost passed, but I asked Made if they could leave the okra out or baring that try to dip up a bowl with very little of the slimy stuff – there was only one piece in it).  And rum baba for dessert – a complicated way to serve a donut (it had whipped cream on top and was floating in a rum sauce that had the alcohol cooked out and just the flavor).  Plus black coffee.  All good.

Kadek made us another towel animal, this one an elephant – picture to follow.

And now I am going to send this and begin rehearsal for “Salt: The Rock We Eat.”

TTFN

Love,

Dad/David

Monday, April 25, 2022

TRAVELS AND TRIBULATIONS # 313

April 25, 2022

Guess What?  Chicken butt! We are almost in San Juan, Puerto Rico!!!!

Last night there was a medical emergency as we were coming out of the show “The Book”, interesting show by the way, the medical team came rushing toward us. Someone was injured. Went on to our room. He practiced and then we went to bed. Got up this morning about 8 and went to breakfast. Then, while he practiced I walked. I have gotten almost 4 miles today. As I was returning to the cabin to get my crocheting stuff the captain came on and said that a passenger needed medical attention that the ship could not supply so about midnight he had turned toward Puerto Rico. That is why the temperature this morning was 77 and the high was only supposed to be 73. The captain said he would get back to us later to tell us how our itinerary would be affected. Just before supper he announced we would dock in San Juan about 9:30. They would unload the passenger and then he would put the peddle to the metal and head back toward Europe. Though we would be traveling below our original path which was good because there is a storm brewing in the Atlantic. We will not get to the first port of Madeira but will make the other three. 

So how was your day except for not having supper at Granny’s. 

We had a good day and lunch was good at the 270 bistro I stayed in the 270 when he went to get ready for his talk. They were showing the Disney movie Jungle Cruise from 1 to 3. I got to see an hour and then I went to his bananas talk. It was good. Then, we went to the technology talk. The speaker is very bad!! He talks a mile a minute . I don’t think he ever takes a breath. And says some of the same stuff over and over and over again. I am not going to any more of his talks. He writes books, magazine articles etc. He is boring!!!

After the talk we came back to the room and dressed for supper. Tonight was formal night. Still sitting at a table for six by ourselves. Waiters are very nice and tonight the food was excellent. 

After dinner we went to the show, TAP FACTORY. It was 7 guys and one girl. They spent the entire 45 minutes making noise. They tap danced, beat drums and other things and shouted HEY! One of the guys was a body builder and he did hand stands and other feats of strength. Your Dad said he went to sleep. I wish I could have! There is a Broadway show, "Stomp, like that and I didn’t like it and I didn’t like this one either.

We are back in our room and we are still moving toward Puerto Rico. I have on my pjs and am having some of my coke. He is studying. 

Two things, because my watch can’t sync with my app on my phone which is on airplane mode, at this point it is 2 hours behind. So I add 2 hours if I want to know the time. Oh, because we are going to Puerto Rico we don’t have to add an hour tonight. Also, when traveling through the Ft Lauderdale airport I lost my pink airplane pillow!!!

No other catastrophes so far this trip. I love sitting on deck 14 in the wind and air and crocheting. It is marvelous.

One strange thing about this ship. It actually has a floor numbered 13. Most ships skip that number. I guess Royal Caribbean isn’t superstitious. 

Oh, also the guy whose talks are about climate change, who Dad said is strange, is the one hour before your Dad’s in the same venue.

Well Good night all. Love you.  Mom, Granny and Bonnie

* * * * *

Since she has told you everything I was going to tell you, I will tell you one story she missed, and share a couple of pictures.

First of all, when getting off the elevator on Deck 11, heading for our stateroom, we know we are going in the right direction when we pass a room with a magnet on the door that features a cruise ship and the announcement that the people in the room, George and Kim, are doing “Back to Back Adventures” – the crossing & Greek Isles.  We thank George and Kim for that sign post.  As Bonnie was walking by this morning, the room steward was cleaning.  They always prop the doors open and she peeked in.  Hanging on the back of the bathroom door was a shoe caddy with, she said, with 14 pair of shoes (she counted them).  I asked, but they were not all black sandals.


The other two pictures are an artsy shot of breakfast yesterday morning.


And the first scene from Tap Factory

And now I must rehearse.

TTFN

Love,

Dad/David 

-30-

Sunday, April 24, 2022

TRAVELS AND TRIBULATIONS # 312

April 24, 2022

Day 2 at sea and a good one.  I did my first talk, “History: It’s What’s For Dinner” to a capacity audience in the Music Hall (And for you smarties who just said, “How many did it seat? A half-dozen?  No, it holds150+).  A good crowd.  And tomorrow, one of my favorites, “Yes, We May Have No Bananas.”

The day started at the Windjammer Café with two fried eggs, over medium, crisp bacon and one biscuit with gravy.  Mom had two eggs over hard, bacon, toast and tomato juice.  For all of you cruisers out there, the buffet is back.  Serve yourself.  No wait staff spooning it out for you.

We went in, put our drink containers – my travel coffee cup and water bottle, and Mom’s coke cup – on the table, plus a jacket and a sweater on the chairs and went to get our food.  I watched across the way as another couple did the same thing, and then still another couple tried to take the second couple’s table.  The husband finally stopped his wife, pointing out to the things placed there.  It was funny, but maybe you had to be there.

When I ordered my eggs a hostess gave me a ticket with a number to come back and claim my eggs.  My ticket was 117, a number familiar to many of you as the house number on Shenandoah Avenue where we hung out with Skinny Granny and Pappy.  Neat.

As is our custom we went to a talk by another presenter to support the working staff.  This fellow is doing a technology series.  This one was how to study astronomy without a telescope, using your smart phone or other hand-held device.  It would have been really good if he had cut out the number of apps he recommended for download and reduce his number of “uhs” to under 100.  But maybe I’m being critical.

When we got back to the room after supper (escargot, pasta with carbonara sauce, and creme brulee for me, French onion soup, NY strip steak, and a chocolate souffle for Bonnie) Kadek had made up our room and left us with a towel animal.


I rehearsed a little bit and then we went to the 2-70 for a reservation only show (but Rose gave us star stickers to put on our key cards that gets us in without reservations).  The title was “The Book,” and it is very much a fantasy performance.  A man opens a book and all kinds of performers emerge.  The kids who do this are incredible acrobats – a couple of them don’t seem to have a bone in their bodies.  Good singing and loud drumming.  An enjoyable show.

Please don’t yell at my cruise buddy for not writing.  She promises a personal account tomorrow.  And now we will set our clocks ahead another hour and got to sleep.

TTFN

Love,

Dad/David

Saturday, April 23, 2022

TRAVELS AND TRIBULATIONS # 311

(And yup, that's how many cruise blogs there have been since back in the before time).

April 23, 2022

Good evening Mr. And Mrs. America and all ships at sea.

If you really old, or a student of history, you recognize the call sign of a newsman of days gone by the name of Walter Winchell.  But since in 1954 he helped stoke public fear of the polio vaccine by announcing on his program the U.S. Public Health Services found live polio viruses in seven of ten vaccine batches it tested, I’ll come up with a different sign on (although he would have fit right in with the anti-vaxers in the early days of the coronavirus pandemic).  But on we go.

Amy dropped us off at the Augusta Airport (fly there fly home) and we had smooth transportation right through to coming onboard the Odyssey of the Seas.  Never had it so smooth.  No strip searches.  No alarms set off.  I purchased an upgrade out of Augusta to Charlotte so we could sit together and then we were able get our seats changed on the flight to Fort Lauderdale and sit together (my agency – 6th Star booked the arrangements, and I’m not sure why we scattered, but oh well).  The only real hiccup was waiting for the free shuttle from the airport to the Courtyard by Marriot.  We went where the driver told us to go, but he wasn’t looking for us there (I learned that when I called back and got him to pick us up where he told us to be).

This is a new ship and we are on its first transatlantic voyage from the New World to the Old.  We have an inside stateroom that is your typical windowless room, but they are great for sleeping.  It has all you need (except a window): closets, drawers, desk, couch, bed, and bathroom facilities.  A cozy 200 square feet.

I met this afternoon with Rose, the Cruise Program Administrator in the Music Hall, where I will be doing my talks.  Nice lady, on her 5th contract.  We talked about my needs to do my talks, and we will meet tomorrow at 1:30 to see that everything works – my talks are at 2 p.m. every sea day.

For the next 6 nights, we spring forward one hour each night, so if you are trying to keep up with us, take that into your calculations.

We are at Table 364 for the 5:30 first seating in the dining room.  It is a table for 6 and we two were the only ones there tonight.  The ship’s maximum compliment of guests is over 5800, and there are only 2200 of us onboard so I guess there will be some empty places.  Very good wait staff – Made (pronounced May-dee) and Madeline.

Other than fighting with Bonnie’s cellphone to get the Royal Caribbean app to work, and Diego at the Internet Café fixed it, we have done nothing note worthy.  No videos to go viral.  I did sit in a really big chair while I wanted for Mom to a Coke Zero (and a friendly guest took my picture which appears below). 

Well, I need to rehearse for “History: It’s What’s For Dinner,” and my cruise buddy is about asleep, so I will say TTFN (and she will write tomorrow).

Love,

Dad/David

Wednesday, April 20, 2022

QUARANTINE BLOG # 704

April 20, 2022

Autherine Lucy Foster, First Black Student at U. of Alabama, Dies at 92

Her career there lasted only three days; attacked by mobs, she was suspended and then expelled. Today, a campus building is named in her honor.

Autherine Lucy, center, in 1956, after she had begun attending classes at the University of Alabama only to face mobs that attacked her. With her were Arthur Shores, one of her lawyers, and Ruby Hurley, Southeast regional secretary of the N.A.A.C.P.


By Richard Goldstein

Autherine Lucy had no particular desire to be a civil rights pioneer. Growing up as the youngest of 10 children in an Alabama farm family, she simply wanted to get the best education her state could offer.

She obtained a bachelor’s degree in English from the historically Black Miles College in Fairfield, Ala., in 1952. But then, though she was a reserved, even shy person, she took a daring step: She applied for entrance to her state’s flagship educational institution, the University of Alabama. And she was accepted – at least until university officials discovered that she was Black and promptly told her that a mistake had been made and she would not be welcome.

So began a legal fight that culminated in 1956 – nearly two years after the Supreme Court found segregation in public schools and colleges unconstitutional in the landmark Brown v. Board of Education decision – when Ms. Lucy became the first Black student at Alabama.

But her quest to obtain a second undergraduate degree, in library science, lasted only three days of classes at Tuscaloosa. When mobs threatened her life and pelted her with rocks, eggs and rotten produce, the university suspended her, ostensibly for her own safety. Several weeks later, it expelled her.

Ms. Lucy after appearing on the Alabama campus for classes in 1956.

Her case was the first to test the Supreme Court’s decree giving Federal District Court judges the authority to implement the Brown decision, and she was beaten back. But when she died on at home in Lipscomb, Alabama, at 92, she was remembered for her courage and dignity in waging a fight that led directly to sustained integration at Alabama seven years later, in the face of Gov. George C. Wallace’s notorious “stand in the schoolhouse door” defiance.

“What is this extraordinary resource of this otherwise unhappy country that breeds such dignity in its victims?” the New York Post columnist Murray Kempton asked, observing how calm Ms. Lucy seemed in the face of hatred.

Recalling her ordeal at Alabama 36 years earlier, Ms. Lucy told The New York Times in 1992: “It felt somewhat like you were not really a human being. But had it not been for some at the university, my life might not have been spared at all. I did expect to find isolation. I thought I could survive that. But I did not expect it to go as far as it did. There were students behind me saying, ‘Let’s kill her! Let’s kill her!’”

Autherine Juanita Lucy, who was known to family and friends by her middle name, was born on Oct. 5, 1929, in Shiloh, in southwest Alabama. She obtained a two-year teaching certificate from Selma University in Alabama before completing her undergraduate work at Miles College. A friend at Miles, Pollie Anne Myers, a civil rights activist, suggested that they join together in seeking entrance to Alabama.

Ms. Lucy, center, emerged from a federal courthouse on Feb. 29, 1956, after Judge Hobart Grooms ruled that she be allowed to return to the University of Alabama campus. The university had suspended her from classes; after the judge’s order, it expelled her. With her were her lawyers Thurgood Marshall, behind her at left, and, to the right of her, Mr. Shores.

Thurgood Marshall and Constance Baker Motley of the NAACP Legal Defense and Educational Fund and Arthur Shores, a Black lawyer from Alabama who was experienced in civil rights cases, waged a federal court battle on the women’s behalf that began in 1953. (Mr. Marshall went on to become the first Black associate justice of the Supreme Court, and Ms. Motley became a noted federal judge.)

Federal Judge Hobart Grooms ruled in June 1955 that Alabama could not discriminate against Ms. Lucy and Ms. Myers. The Supreme Court upheld his order in October.

The university permitted Ms. Lucy to enroll, though it banned her from dining halls and dormitory rooms. (Pollie Anne Myers, who had had a child before marrying, was not allowed to enroll under the university moral code.)

When Ms. Lucy arrived for her first class, on February 3, 1956, the civil rights struggle was focused on the Montgomery bus boycott in support of Rosa Parks, who was arrested when she refused to give up her seat on a city bus to a white person. But Ms. Lucy drew national coverage in her own right.

The Alabama student government called for observance of law and order, but protests and scattered vandalism erupted on and near the campus, waged by students and outsiders, on Ms. Lucy’s first two days in class. On the third day, when she was hit with debris, she made it to her classes but had to be spirited from the campus crouching in the back of a police car.

That night, Alabama’s board of trustees suspended her. The NAACP defense fund filed a suit contending that the university had conspired with rioters to prevent her admission. There was no evidence for that, and the accusation was subsequently dropped, but the university expelled Ms. Lucy at the end of February on the grounds that she had defamed it.

Alabama students on February 7, 1956, protesting the admission of Ms. Lucy. Some were wiping their eyes from tear gas and smoke bombs that the police had used against them.  

When Ms. Lucy was suspended, the Rev. Dr. Martin Luther King Jr. delivered a sermon at the Dexter Avenue Baptist Church in Montgomery in which he referred to a newspaper headline reading: “Things are quiet in Tuscaloosa today. There is peace on the campus of the University of Alabama.”

“Yes, things are quiet in Tuscaloosa,” Dr. King said. But, he added, “It was a peace that had been purchased at the price of allowing mobocracy to reign supreme over democracy. It is the type of peace that is obnoxious.”

Ms. Lucy married Hugh Lawrence Foster, a divinity student, in April 1956, and they moved to Texas. She sought teaching posts, but, as she recalled, interviewers would say to her, “You were the infamous Miss Lucy, and we don’t want you to come to our school.”

She eventually did teach at various schools in the South, but she largely faded from the civil rights scene while her husband pursued his Baptist ministry and they raised a family.

In the spring of 1963, Alabama admitted two Black students, Vivian Malone and James Hood, in accordance with a still-standing order by Judge Grooms relating to the 1950s court battle. But they succeeded in enrolling only after the Kennedy administration pressured Governor Wallace to stand aside from his largely symbolic blocking of the entrance to the registration building.

The University of Alabama did not drop its ban on Autherine Lucy Foster until 1988. She enrolled soon afterward as a graduate student and attended commencement ceremonies in May 1992, when she received a master’s degree in education while her daughter Grazia Foster received a bachelor’s degree in corporate finance. She said that she was still bitter over her treatment years earlier, but that “you just refuse to spend time thinking about it.”

On that graduation day, Alabama unveiled a portrait of Ms. Foster in the student union along with a plaque stating that “her initiative and courage won the right for students of all races to attend the university.”

In November 2010, the university dedicated the Autherine Lucy Clock Tower. In 2019, she was awarded an honorary doctorate by the university. And less than three weeks before she died, the university named the building of its college of education in her honor. It had earlier been named for David Bibb Graves, a former Alabama governor and Ku Klux Klan leader.

Autherine Lucy Foster in 2019 after receiving an honorary doctorate from the University of Alabama.

Autherine Lucy Foster had returned to the state of Alabama in 1974 and taught at a high school in Birmingham in her later years.

In June 2003, the 40th anniversary of successful integration at Alabama, Vivian Malone Jones spoke of her debt to the woman who had first fought its racial barrier.

“I was a child when that happened, but her efforts had an indelible impression on me,” she told The Atlanta Journal-Constitution. “I figured if she could do it, I could do it.”

🛐  Today’s close is from Praying with the Psalms, by Eugene H. Peterson.

“Hear my prayer, O Lord, and give ear to my cry; do not hold your peace at my tears.  For I am your passing guest, an alien, like all my forebears” (Psalm 39:12).

In the lands of the ancient East, “aliens” had no citizenship rights.  They were wholly dependent on the courtesy and goodwill of the people of the land – a precarious and uncertain existence.  But when God is the host and human beings are totally dependent on the divine mercy, there is nothing to fear and everything to hope for.

Prayer: God of the fathers, I have no claims to press and no rights to demand.  I throw myself on your mercy, confident of the courtesies of the city of God: “You prepare a table before me” (Psalm 23:5).  Amen.

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Monday, April 18, 2022

QUARANTINE BLOG # 703

April 17, 2022


👉  The sermon today from the Crawfordville Pulpit is my Easter message: “By What You See?”  I read from three passages – Exodus 14:1-9; 2 Corinthians 4:16-5:8; and Matthew 27:62-28:8.


👉  This is not “Good-bye, Farewell, and Amen” (which was the 2 1∕2-hour episode of M*A*S*H that first aired on CBS on February 28, 1983, ending the series’ original run, and the title I borrowed for my last column in The Augusta Chronicle).  

I know I told at least two people that today’s QB would be the last one for this time, but I have changed my mind (“Is there something wrong with the one I have?”).  On Wednesday – instead of Friday – I will share another of those incredible stories about people I found in the obituary section of The New York Times (many of you have commented favorably about their inclusion in the QB).  And I’m going to continue to share on Sunday some of my old columns from the Chronicle, and from my website during the four years after I was cancelled by “the South’s oldest newspaper.”

Most of you know that we are going on our first cruise since the pandemic shut everything down (I am scheduled to do 9 talks).  We be sailing to Italy and staying there for a bit doing touristy stuff.  Bonnie and I will be writing about our days and when we have the opportunity, posting some pictures.  I don’t know if I’ll send out emails like I have with QB or not, but if you check in at davidsisler.blogspot.com you can keep up to date with our ramblings and wanderings (when you click on that link it will take you to the most recent blogs – if it’s been a while since you’ve checked in, scroll the list on the right side of the page to find previous issues).

We are paying Royal Caribbean International more for two weeks of Internet on board Odyssey of the Seas than we pay WOW! for two and a half months (and I get one device on the ship as opposed to the 3 computers here at 233 and the devices of everyone who visits) so click in!  New blogs will start Saturday.

👉  I love baseball.  I wish the Yummies Up On Carpet Corridor would leave the game alone.  It’s too slow they whine.  Change the rules.  Put in a shot clock.  Don’t let the pitcher bat (well, they did that one – the designated hitter is universal – BOOO!).  Blah, blah, blah.

Well, last week a great moment happened in Atlanta.  In the bottom of the eighth inning, with Braves up 13–3, the Washington Nationals put outfielder Dee Strange-Gordon on the mound, as the game was well out of hand.  No sense using another pitcher.

Strange-Gordon didn’t have the sharpest pitching appearance, walking three hitters and allowing one home run.  And, to top it off, he ended up hitting Travis d’Arnaud, giving the Braves a 15–3 lead. 

When d’Arnaud was hit by the 52-mph pitch from Strange-Gordon, he decided to give an Oscar-worthy reaction.  Here is that pitch and d'Arnaud's reaction.  Great baseball moment!

Oh, that above picture is from the 1909 World Series (which the Pittsburgh Pirates won over the Detroit Tigers 4 games to 3) and features two of the greatest players of all time Ty Cobb and Honus Wagner.

👉  Well, it’s time for some humor, QB-style, so here goes:











Well, what did you expect to find?

How old is a teenager? 13-19, I think.  I'm not sure who should be fired, the headline writer or the copy editor.

🛐  Today’s close is by Renee Andrews.

“It is more blessed to give than to receive” (Acts 20:25)

“God bless you.”

I waited, thinking someone had sneezed. Then the woman on the other end repeated the words “God bless you.”

“Oh, hello. You called about my son’s car.”

She excitedly asked if we could bring it to their home, because they didn’t have a vehicle. The housing projects where she lived were often on the news, but I said, “Okay.”

We arrived at the home and stepped on a welcome mat that read, “I am blessed when I go in. I am blessed when I go out.” She had a single sheet-covered couch and a television.

“Keisha got a basketball scholarship but doesn’t have a car.”

Her daughter squealed when she saw the restored BMW Kaleb had put several months and all his money into.

While Kaleb took Keisha to drive the car, the woman said, “I have two hundred dollars and can give you eight hundred dollars later.”

Kaleb had purchased the car prerestoration for much more. “Oh, he was asking for more.”

The woman pulled out the paper and showed me an ad for a car fifteen years older with a phone number one digit off from my cell. “This isn’t our ad.” I turned the page to show her ours, for five thousand dollars.

The kids returned, and Keisha wanted the car, but her mom explained they couldn’t afford it. We left and drove a couple of miles before my sixteen-year-old broke down in tears. “I can save and get another car. I just want it. She needs it.” Then we turned around, and he gave her all he had.

Faith step: Follow Christ’s example and give something away today. Don’t give of your leftovers, but give something you love, something the recipient will love. Experience the exquisite joy of giving.

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Sunday, April 17, 2022

QUARANTINE BLOG # 703

April 17, 2022

From our readers come two visual messages about Easter.  First from Jani in Pennsylvania – a man too much like so many others, who misses the meaning of today.

And second from Jennifer, first born of your favorite bloggers – two men from B.C. who got it right.

🛐  “Christ the Lord Is Risen Today,” of the thousands of hymns that Charles Wesley wrote (estimates range between 6,500 and 10,000), this one, plus “Hark the Herald Angels Sing,” and “O For a Thousand Tongues to Tell” are his best.  This rendition is from Myers Park United Methodist Church in Charlotte, NC, Easter Processional 2016.  On YouTube, click on “Show More,” scroll down to the verses and sing along with the choir and congregation (I just wish they had done all 6 verses – Wesley wrote 11 verses).

A striking feature of the hymn is that its text is written in the present tense.  “Christ the Lord is risen today” – not “has risen” or “rose.”  This is powerful because it places us in community with those who witnessed the resurrection in their own lifetimes.  “Made like him, like him we rise” – also stated in the present tense – conveys a hope that brings God’s power and new life now.

🛐  “It’s Friday, but Sunday’s Coming” by S.M. Lockridge.

It’s Friday.  Jesus is praying.  Peter is asleep.  Judas is betraying.  But Sunday’s coming.  

It’s Friday.  Pilate is struggling.  The Council is conspiring.  The crowd is vilifying.  They don’t even know that Sunday’s coming.

It’s Friday.  The disciples are running like sheep without a shepherd.  Mary is crying.  Peter is denying.  But they don’t know that Sunday’s coming.

It’s Friday.  The Romans beat my Jesus.  They robe him in scarlet.  They crown him with thorns.  But they don’t know that Sunday’s coming.

It’s Friday.  See Jesus walking to Calvary.  His blood drips.  His body stumbles.  His spirit’s burdened.  But you see, it’s only Friday.  Sunday’s coming.

It’s Friday.  The world winced.  People are sad, and evil is grinning.  

It’s Friday.  The soldiers nailed my Savior’s hands to the cross.  They nail my Savior’s feet to the cross.  And then they raised him up next to criminals.  

It’s Friday.  But let me tell you something.  Sunday’s coming.

It’s Friday.  The disciples are questioning what has happened to their King.  And the Pharisees are celebrating that their scheming has been achieved.  But they don’t know it’s only Friday.  Sunday’s coming.

It’s Friday.  He’s hanging on the cross feeling forsaken by his Father.  Left alone and dying.  Can nobody save him?  Oh, it’s Friday.  But Sunday’s coming.

It’s Friday.  The earth trembles.  The sky grows dark.  My King yields his spirit.  It’s Friday.  Hope is lost.  Death has won.  The end has come.  Sin has conquered.  And Satan gets a laugh.  

It’s Friday.  Jesus is dead.  A soldier stands guard.  And a rock is rolled into place.  But it’s Friday.  It is only Friday.  Sunday is a coming.  

🛐  IT’S SUNDAY!  THE TOMB IS EMPTY!  HE IS ALIVE!  HALLELUJAH!

🛐  Listen to An Easter Hallelujah by Cassandra Star & her sister Callahan.

🛐  Read the Greatest Story Ever Told: Christ is Risen!

-To Be Continued-

Friday, April 15, 2022

QUARANTINE BLOG # 702

April 15, 2022

Andrée de Jongh, Legend of Belgian Resistance

Andrée de Jongh, whose youth and even younger appearance belied her courage and ingenuity when she became a World War II legend ushering many downed Allied airmen on a treacherous, 1,000-mile path from occupied Belgium to safety, died in Brussels. She was 90.

Her death was announced by a Web site for former resistance fighters, verzet.org. 

Derek Shuff, in his book “Evader” (2007), told of three British crewmen whose bomber made a forced landing in 1941. They found their way to the Underground and were ensconced in a safe house when a slip of a young woman appeared.

“My name is Andrée,” the 24-year-old woman said, “but I would like you to call me by my code name, which is Dédée, which means little mother. From here on I will be your little mother, and you will be my little children. It will be my job to get my children to Spain and freedom.”

She left and the three sat in stunned silence. One finally spoke. “Our lives are going to depend on a schoolgirl,” he said.

Two of the men survived the grueling trek along what became known as the Comet escape line, because of the speed with which soldiers were hustled along it.

Ms. de Jongh eventually led 24 to 33 expeditions across occupied France, over the Pyrenees to Gibraltar. She herself escorted 118 servicemen to safety. At least 300 more escaped along the Comet line.

When the Germans captured her in 1943, it was her youth that saved her. When she truthfully confessed responsibility for the entire scheme, they refused to believe her.

The citation of her Medal of Freedom With Golden Palm, the highest award the United States presented to foreigners who helped the American effort in World War II, said Ms. de Jongh “chose one of the most perilous assignments of the war.”

In her 20s, Andrée de Jongh rescued more than 100 Allied airmen. Here she was thanked after the war by Jack Newton.

Andrée de Jongh was born on Nov. 30, 1916, in Schaerbeek, Belgium, the younger daughter of Frédéric de Jongh, a schoolteacher. She was brought up to admire Edith Cavell, shot the year before Andrée was born for helping Allied soldiers escape from Belgium during World War I.

She was working as a commercial artist in May 1940 when the Germans absorbed Belgium. Having had first-aid training, she began working as a nurse. She quietly pored over the myriad German rules governing control of movement and conferred with confidants about escape.

Her task was harder than that of Ms. Cavell, who had only to move men across the Dutch frontier. Belgium was surrounded by occupied countries. Eventually Ms. de Jongh settled on the long route to Spain.

When she got her first two airmen to the British Consulate in Bilbao, Spain, she asked for support for further missions. Officials there were sufficiently convinced of her integrity to overcome skepticism among the British intelligence brass that she might be part of a Gestapo plot.

Ms. de Jongh’s mission had wider resonance because it signaled to Allied nations that pilots and crews crashing in enemy territory were not lost. It also succeeded in coupling espionage with escape by sending critical information to Allied channels.

The Comet operation was complex: organizers needed to recover fallen airmen, procure civilian clothing and fake identity papers, provide medical aid for the wounded, and shelter and feed the men as they moved along their long obstacle course.

It was also so dangerous that Ms. de Jongh warned recruits that they should expect to be dead or captured within six months. Her own father was captured and executed, along with 22 others.

Her inspiration was sometimes all that kept exhausted men plodding on. Bob Frost, a bomber crew member, said in an interview with a publication of a British veterans’ group, “It was her eyes, they were absolutely burning and there was an air of supreme confidence about her.”

She was captured escorting a soldier over the Pyrenees in January 1943 after a German collaborator betrayed her. After 20 interrogations, the Germans still refused to believe her confession and she was sent to the Ravensbruck concentration camp. Ms. de Jongh later worked in leper hospitals in the Belgian Congo and Ethiopia. 

She was made a Belgian countess in 1985.

🛐  Today’s close is from Praying with the Psalms, by Eugene H. Peterson.

“For I am ready to fall, and my pain is ever with me.  I confess my iniquity; I am sorry for my sin” (Psalm 38:17-18).

Sin frequently sets off an inordinate amount of excuse-making and blaming of others.  But not here.  In this prayer I learn to accept responsibility for my own sin, make an honest confession, and then look to God for deliverance.

Prayer: O Lord, the next time I look for someone else to blame for the troubles my own sins have caused, recall to me the words of this psalm.  Help me bravely to acknowledge my faults, submit myself to your judgments and hope in your grace, through Jesus Christ my Lord and Savior.  Amen.

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Wednesday, April 13, 2022

QUARANTINE BLOG # 701

April 13, 2022

We begin today with a food item you may (or may not) want to consider the next time you visit Truist Park, home of the World Champion Atlanta Braves.  For a staggering $151 – a price reflecting the number of years the Braves have been a franchise – fans can buy “The World Champions Burger,” a “half-pound Wagyu beef burger topped with cage-free pan-fried eggs, gold-leaf-wrapped Hudson Valley foie gras, grilled cold water lobster tail, heirloom tomato, bibb lettuce, Tillamook Cheddar cheese and truffle aioli on a toasted, Irish-buttered brioche bun.”  

All purchases of the burger include a replica 2021 World Series ring – and Parmesan waffle fries, of course.  Atlanta's biggest spenders have an even pricier option.  Truist Park is offering the same burger for $25,000, but those purchases come with a limited-edition World Series championship ring.  Not into championship burgers?  A regular burger and fries is $10.

👉  For those QB readers who are not interested in a single “gourmet” burger (with fries, of course) that costs half a week’s wages, here is another dining option: the oldest restaurant in the world – Restaurante Botín in Calle de Cuchilleros, Madrid, Spain.  

It can definitely be argued that there are many older restaurants still in business; however, Restaurante Botín takes the title as it has remained in the same building and has kept its 18th-century interior since it opened in 1725.  It continuously ran until it had to close temporarily due to the pandemic and reopened on July 1, 2020.  The existence of the building which currently houses Restaurante Botín dates back to 1590.

Jean Botín and his wife opened a small inn and renovated the ground floor closing the existing arcade, evidence of which can be seen today.  It is curious to note that well into the 18th century, the inn was not allowed to sell meat, wine or food but only what guests brought themselves and which was then cooked on the premises, a Spanish custom at the time.

The restaurant has maintained its interior and even has the original fire oven that is still used to roast their famous menu item: suckling pig – on the menu for 25.65 Euros ($27.77 US dollars).  

👉  Blackout returns:


👉  And not to be outdone, Ooh You’re Gold:


👉  With the official day for filing your 2021 income tax statement less than a week away, Lockhorns offers a look at one couple’s taxes.

👉  Robots in Japan are found on factory floors carrying out simple tasks or delivering food to restaurant patrons but researchers have now unveiled a robot capable of executing the delicate task of peeling a banana without squashing the fruit inside.  But the dual-armed machine is only successful 57% of the time.

Researchers Heecheol Kim, Yoshiyuki Ohmura and Yasuo Kuniyoshi trained the robot using a “deep imitation learning” process where they demonstrated the banana-peeling action hundreds of times to produce sufficient data for the robot to learn the actions and replicate it.  In this case, the banana machine reached its success rate after more than 13 hours of training.

👉  If you were watching TV in 1969 you may have seen the Banana Man on Captain Kangaroo.  If you were not watching TV in 1969, or if you would just like a trip down memory lane, QB offers 7 minutes and 54 seconds of nostalgia.

👉  Before we close, three images which gives you something to think about:




🛐  Today’s is by Ed Young.

“I tell you, there is rejoicing in the presence of the angels of God over one sinner who repents” (Luke 15:10).

How much do you matter to God?  Three parables in Luke 15 compare the value of a lost coin, a lost sheep and a lost son to the value God places on each human life.  In each case, these three things were highly valued and diligently sought after when lost. 

And, in each case, there was much rejoicing when found. Jesus tells us that likewise, and in much greater measure, God and His angels rejoice over even one sinner who was lost and is found.  That's the reality of how much God loves you. 

Hebrews 2:7 tells us, “God has crowned us with glory and honor.”  We have the ability to live like royalty as sons and daughters of The King.  But first we must recognize that our crowns are broken because of sin, turn to Christ for forgiveness and trust Him to restore us to our royal position through the power of the cross.  Are you living up to the value God has placed on your life? 

Take your flimsy and broken crown to the feet of Jesus Christ, repent of your sins, and let him give you a new crown of eternal glory.  And start living like royalty!

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