Canadians

This post is probably a bit overdue. But as I recently spent a weekend in the company of my Bride's side of the family in the Toronto area, I thought I would correct the oversight.

Nancy's mother Marjorie and all of her ancestry were from Scotland by way of Canada. Nancy's father while born an American was also the son of Canadians. These facts have resulted in me and my children having a large contingent of Canadian cousins of various levels of order (first, second and soon to be third) and removal (once and twice - last year little Emily was born, Nancy's first cousin twice removed). If you think this is confusing, you're on the right track.

Let me first say that the reason I feel this post is overdue is that the Canadian cousins are a gas. To a person. They are fun, smart, hardy and caring. They are also unpretentious, hard working and incredibly nice. I'm not sure if my appreciation for the Canadians flows from their natural cultural strengths or the fact that my Bride's bloodlines are from superior stock. I suspect both. But what counts is that these people have enriched my life and continue to be an important part of it.

It all started for me in the summer of 1980 just after Nancy and I were married (see previous post Memory Lane for a little more on that notable event). As a new member of the family I began joining in on the summer fun at the LeRoy family cottage - Avon Rae - at Ipperwash Beach on the southeastern Canadian shore of Lake Huron. This included time with the Canadian cousins who had been coming to Avon Rae for a couple of generations. Ipperwash was a perfect place to relax, catch up with the relatives and build indelible memories (as you will see in a future post dedicated exclusively to this family treasure).

So I first met the Canadian relatives on the beach. To give you the flavor of that summer, here are a few shots of the players. But first one of the cottage as it appeared that summer. The lake levels were higher then. This shot was taken from the beach only a few yards from the water's edge. In the coming years much would change, both with the beach, the water levels and the cottage. But this was the view in 1980.

Next, here is a pic of the true matriarch of the family, Grandma Mary Edna McKellar, mother of Marjorie and Evelyn, known within the family as Nana, seen here at 95 taking a rare glass of wine while on a visit to the cottage.

Dignity runs deep in the McKellar line. I realized this immediately upon meeting Nana. Nancy introduced me to her as "Chuck" whereupon Nana replied, "Chuck? Sounds like a piece of meat. I'm going to call him Charles."

Before we get too far, let's briefly review the American contingent of the family that has enjoyed the Canadians all these years. Here are shots of me and Nancy at the cottage in 1980, still honeymooning really :-) Note that although I was in my pre-Adirondack period, I already knew how to use a beach chair.

Rounding out the American side is the family of Nancy's brother Dave, pictured below. With Dave (in the beard) is his bride Barbara and the boys - my son Ted (the Superman tee shirt), and the LeRoy sons Brian and Matthew (in arms). I have no idea who the guy in the Ohio State tee shirt is.

Now for the Canadians. Here is Uncle Ken, my hero and mentor when it came to enjoying life, in one of his favorite mid-afternoon positions (there'll be more dignified photos later).

And his bride Evelyn, ready to summon the family to another excellent cottage dinner.

Here are the Canadian first cousins Lynne and Ann, daughters of Ken and Evelyn, posing in front of the sail of the "Blandmerk", the house watercraft.

Through the early 80s these cottage scenes with the Canadians were repeated many times. They were supplemented by regular trips by the American side of the family to Toronto, for Canadian Thanksgiving and other family events, and return trips the Canadians made to Michigan for similar occasions. They were all great times, with participants picking up our close relationships right where we had left off on the previous visit, like it was only yesterday. Here are some more shots from the early years.

These two are from 1980 in front of the family homestead in Toronto. In the first are Evelyn, Ann, Nancy and Ken. The second is the proverbial rose between two...uh..more roses.

Of course, the 80s saw a lot of kids born. Here's a pic of our Christy and Lynne's Heather at Avon Rae in 1984, honing their sand castle building skills (this family gift has now been handed down to a new generation as documented in the previous post Beaches - the Early Years).

And a pic of our Cathy and Lynne's Andrew with his beloved Blue Jay hat at Avon Rae in 1988.

Here's a 1988 group shot of the younger crowd - Christy, Cathy, Heather, Ted and Andrew - attending happy hour at Reedholme, a cottage two doors down from Avon Rae that the Canadians often rented.

The picture above was taken at the outset of what I consider the glory days of Ipperwash in my lifetime. From the late 80s through the mid 90s the Canadian relatives rented Reedholme for a month during the peak of summer. During each of those summers all of the American and Canadian cousins made it up for joint visits running from several days to up to two weeks. These summer visits brought the two branches of the family even closer, generating a host of wonderful memories. In future posts I will share more about these great summers as I progress through my long-term photo-digitizing project. But for now, here are a few more shots from this golden era of cottage life.

This is one of my favorites - Cathy, Christy, Heather and Andrew on a windy day at the beach in 1989. Note the variety of footwear.

From 1991 this picture captures another cottage tradition - gaming. It seemed that each summer a different game would be all the rage. This year it was Sorry. This shot from left to right has (Ann's stepson) Jonathan Spicer at the bottom left; Andrew, Matthew (no longer in arms) and Heather on the sofa; and Christy at the bottom right.

Also from 1991, a shot of another cottage classic - the afternoon trip to the Ipperwash Provincial Park candy store for a mid-afternoon sugar fix. Here we have Christy, Heather and Cathy, each returning a looney (a Canadian one dollar coin) lighter.

The 90s also saw more babies. Here is a 1990 shot of Ann with her husband Dave Spicer, Jonathan, and the new addition to the family, Drew, first family baby of the 90s.

And here we have little Drew with his favorite American cousin (known as Uncle Chuck). Dude.

From 1992, a few more typical shots of the cousins at play. First, the kids' table at the daily happy hour - somewhat more involved than in the earlier shot from 1988. From left to right we have Andrew, Christy, Jonathan, Ted, Drew, Cathy and Heather.

Here we have a couple of typical lake scenes on a "wavy" day. The first is of the dads leading an effort to see how many cousins actually fit in a three-person inflatable boat (an early but classic example of DLS - dad level supervision). From left to right we have Dave Spicer, Drew, Brian (back to camera), Andrew, Jonathan, Heather (partially hidden behind Jonathan), Matthew (also with back to camera) and Christy.

This shot is of a similar game but with an air mattress. Dave Spicer is doing his best to shake Christy, Heather, Andrew and Jonathan (with back to the camera) back into the sea.

And a couple of final shots from the cottage years. First, Ken with grandson Drew.

And Ann and Evelyn with the second baby of the 90s, little Lauren, just a tad over three months old.

Another chapter in our American/Canadian adventure has been the Florida visits. These began in the late 80s when Rae, Marj, Ken and Evelyn - all finally retired - rented condos for the month of March in a vacation complex in Sarasota. So of course, the next generation took advantage of this opportunity to spend a little time in the warm weather (the rates were great). Here are a few shots from the Sarasota trips of 1990 and 1991. This first one is of five happy kids - Heather, Christy, Cathy, Ted and Andrew. If you check out the mirror on the wall you'll be able to pick out an adult or two including the photographer, Grandpa Ken.

This one is of our own personal "greatest generation", from whose largess all this family togetherness has come - Rae, Marj, Evelyn and Ken.

Here are a few shots of one of our favorite Can-Am Florida activities - chilling in the water (lake or pool - either works). This one captures Ted and Andrew sporting new aqua-eye gear.

The water fun was not restricted to the kids. Here are Marj, Evelyn and Rae enjoying the pool. Note the custom eye-wear on Marj and Rae - Ted and Andrew have nothing on this crowd.

And Ken sweeping his bride off her feet once again.

Here are a couple of more shots of Ken, demonstrating his pool technique for Christy, Heather and Cathy,

and here passing on a few tips to Drew.

And a final pool shot of Ann and Dave Spicer enjoying a moment with little Drew.

The Florida years were highlighted by a joint Can-Am reunion in Orlando in 1999 much of which was spent at Walt Disney World (for a little more on our family history with "The World", see my previous post Disney). This was a grand event with three generations of the family theme-parking, reminiscing, and renewing old traditions (like the aforementioned happy hours) for a little better than a week. Here are some pics from this historic event.

This first one is of Heather, Dave Spicer and Andrew working on their upcoming theme park itinerary. That's Ann in the background no doubt working on happy hour snacks.

Here we have Ken, Drew and Evelyn relaxing in our Disney's Old Key West vacation home. I believe that's a gin and tonic in Ken's hand, with a slice of lime (his classic cocktail).

Here is a shot of Dave Spicer and me sitting around enjoying happy hour and giving Ted and Andrew the benefit of our vast experience with, well, sitting around. 

This next pic is of Lynne and Cathy dressed for the theme park wars, posing at Conch Flats, the Disney's Old Key West community area.

The next pic is of the kids back in the vacation home, hard at a game of international Yahtzee, a family favorite. From left to right around the table we have Andrew, Lauren, Cathy, Heather, Christy and Ted.

We also had a birthday boy during that week. Here's Drew at the moment of truth.

Here are shots of the senior contingent, each relaxing with a well-earned Budweiser after chasing the next two generations around the Magic Kingdom. I clearly remember Evelyn and Ken having no trouble holding their own that day.  

Here are a couple of group shots. The first of the kids with, from top to bottom - Andrew and Ted, Christy, Heather, Cathy, and Drew and Lauren. From the "are we done yet" looks on the youngest pair I'm guessing this was about the fifth take. 

And the grand finale shot with, again from top to bottom - Andrew, Ted, Ken and Dave LeRoy; Christy and Dave Spicer; Nancy, Ann, Heather and some guy in a happy hour shirt; Lynne, Barbara, Cathy and Evelyn; and Drew and Lauren in front. An august group from any point of view.

It's been a while since the families have vacationed together, as our children have grown, married, gotten jobs and done all those other things kids do as time passes, including having kids of their own. But we still get together in small groups as we are able and every once in a while for a big event. Two such big events occurred recently, both on the Canadian side. The first was last September when Lynne's husband Ron Cunningham organized an over-the-top joint birthday celebration for Lynne, Heather and Heather's baby girl Emily. 

The event was held in Lynne and Ron's home (which based on my experiences and the many people I have met there, I refer to as the Port Credit Community Center). The bash included all the usual suspects plus an impressive number of additional Canadian sons, daughters, aunts, uncles, grandparents and cousins from other branches of the family. These people know how to party. Here are a couple of shots of the key players, for comparison to the early shots above. First a pic of the honorees, a not-so-little Heather with mother Lynne and daughter Emily.

Next, another shot of little Emily, this one with Jordan the very proud husband and father.

And to make my point about the effort put forth for this event, here are some shots of the main party area, balloons and all. The handsome fellow with Lynne in the first pic is her husband Ron, the architect of the celebration.

The most recent activity that brought us together was Andrew's wedding to his beautiful bride Sher. Here are just a few shots of the old Can-Am gang in attendance at this gala affair. First we have Ann and Lauren, all dressed up (and grown up) for the ball.

And Lauren again with her big brother Drew, also all grown up.

Here's a shot of Emily and her bridal-party mom Heather, posing in her party outfit. We start them young in this family.

This shot captures Nancy, escorting a most distinguished member of the American side (wearing his new retirement lapel pin), along with the proud sponsors of the groom, Lynne and Ron. 

One of the highlights of the evening was Lynne and Ron's most eloquent and loving tribute to the new couple that touched all present. Here they are at the podium. 

And finally, a shot of "little" Andrew with his bride during their wedding dance. 

Well, this brings us up date. Hopefully, this post has given you a good sense of our international family and the value I place on it. The Canadians will undoubtedly show up in future posts as I continue my quest to document our family history. 

For me, the last 33 years of hanging with the Canadians have been fabulous, from the early cottage days to the family wedding just a few days ago. And there have been recent conversations about renewing some of the old traditions as we move into retirement and have a bit more time to get together and continue the story. For my part, I certainly hope those plans play out. I'll keep you posted.

Until next time. 

Beaches - the Early Years

I was reviewing and organizing pictures this week and ran across a bunch from the Austin Burks' visit to Wiser Times last summer. These are priceless and are a great example of how the beach works with really little kids. So I thought I would share them.

First, there are the preliminaries, like checking out your equipment.

Contemplating the big plunge.

And of course, the sunscreen application.

Then some experimentation with "the big water".

And finally, "I can do it myself!"

After their big water adventure, Cyrus and Leili head for a little warm up with the Ps, Ted and Sara.

Once recovered, it's time for the kids to get down to the serious business of sand castles. First, one needs to pick the right tools.

Then there is the venue to select.

And some preliminary instruction.

Followed by heavy construction.

A little consultation.

And finally, the finishing touches.

And TADA! The completed masterpiece.

Unfortunately, someone is always stuck with the cleanup. This day it was the shortest player.

Of course, building is hard work so another dip in the lake was in order. I took this opportunity to school Cyrus in the manly art of noodling. First, an orientation to this complex aquatic device.

Then the basic one foot float.

Followed by the tricky two-foot float. This boy is a natural. Of course, it's in his blood :-)

Here's a shot of the two dads, basking in the glow of our accomplishments - sand castles and noodling. We're at the top of our game. Note Grandpa's "hoser holder" - the only way to make sure no one makes off with your adult pop.

After a hard day using your noodle, a little refreshment is in order. Here is a shot of Cyrus sneaking up on a piece of watermelon.

Making his move.

And declaring victory.

All the while, Princess Leili has been primping and is now ready for Happy Hour. Now who does she look like in this picture?

And what day at the beach would be complete without a S'More or two. Here are some shots of the Austin crowd enjoying this fun ritual.

And a final shot of Wiser Times, content in another day of fulfilling it's primary role - bringing the family together.

And yes. These pictures have started me counting the days until summer. See you on the beach.

Movie Westerns

First a little background. In earlier posts I've discussed music, books, and even a little about sports, all of which are activities I play and work at on a regular basis. But it's time I talked a little about my favorite pastime, the one valued above all others, the Holy Grail of my hobbies (to paraphrase Jean Shephard) - movies.

I have lots of music, books and sports equipment, but I am most proud of my movie collection which currently includes around 1500 titles. Supplementing the theatrical releases are many TV movies and miniseries, and boxed-sets of favorite TV series, bringing the total number of VHS tapes, Laserdiscs, DVDs and BluRay disks to well over 2000.

It's always risky to talk about numbers. Someone could get the idea that it's a contest, and there is always someone who can boast bigger numbers. But it's not my intent to compete. Rather, the noteworthy thing about my movie collection is that despite its size it remains an active part of my everyday life. I watch movies a lot - classics, new releases, dramas, comedies, sequels, prequels and documentaries.

I watch movies intently in private with headphones. I watch them in small groups of similarly afflicted friends, occasionally in marathon sessions of especially revered material (like the three extended-version Lord of the Rings movies in one 12-hour sitting or all eight Harry Potter movies in one weekend sequestered at the cottage). I also often watch previously viewed movies while doing chores or working projects in the "lab", stopping my activity from time to time to enjoy the best scenes. I know. I may have a problem. But I'm still in denial, so it's okay from where I sit.

My only dislike among the various genres is gory horror. I watch movies to feel good and learn things, so the slasher-chainsaw-Freddy Krueger shtick eludes me. Who could feel good watching that stuff? There is one exception to this aversion and that is Stephen King. I certainly don't put him in the same league as Freddy and Jason, but he does write some pretty scary stuff. Thankfully most of his work that has been committed to film has been done so with his influence, so there is nearly always a solid and interesting story giving purpose to the scary parts.

I could go on about the world of movies in general, but it would take me much longer than my typical post (which I know can already be a bit on the long side). So I have opted to share my thoughts and views on movies by genre over several posts in the coming months. That will be more fun for me and perhaps even launch a manageable dialog or two about your favorite movies. I'd like to start with westerns, which is my second favorite genre (my favorite is sci-fi, but it will take me a while to work up to that one - there are a few childhood ghosts to exorcise first :-).

So what is it about westerns? Is it the larger-than-life heroes with six guns hanging off their belts? Or the ever-present bad guys (in black hats of course) free to roam about and menace the unsuspecting? Is it the wide-open spaces where you can run into just about every kind of calamity imaginable (including dinosaurs - I happen to own what I believe are the only two true cowboy-dinosaur movies, Valley of the Gwangi, a James Franciscus vehicle, and The Beast of Hollow Mountain starring Guy Madison, TV's Wild Bill Hickock of the '50s).

Or is this preoccupation with westerns just a natural interest in the closest thing we have to an American mythology in which our most basic cultural traits - good and bad - are amplified in every way by the wild and often larger-than-life characters and feats portrayed in these films? (I feel the term mythology is appropriate here as I have a number of documentaries that clearly indicate how ordinary, grimy and unglamorous most of the old west really was. Yet, I and others willingly make the leap of faith about the accuracy of six-shooters, the pure hearts of pioneers, the beauty of saloon women, and the ability of people wearing gunbelts and cowboy boots to dodge a hail of bullets while dashing across open spaces to dive unscathed behind water troughs, without ever losing their hats. Ah, we love it so.)

I think my own fascination with westerns is a combination of all these things plus one other attribute - simplicity. While there are certainly exceptions, in most westerns you know pretty early in the movie who's good and will survive, who's bad and will get his or her just desserts, and who will likely be an innocent victim (those would be the actors you've never heard of with speaking parts in the opening scenes). In more recent westerns the white hat/black hat rule has faded a bit, as screenwriters have worked hard to break out of the mold and keep the genre interesting. But the trained eye can still usually sort things out by the end of Act 1.

Because of this predictability, the attraction of the western is seldom "what" is going to happen. There's going to be shoot-em-ups, fistfights, horseback chases and at least one poor soul tossed through a glass window. Rather, it's usually the "how" things are going to happen that counts. Has the writer or director put a unique twist on a particular typical western scenario, or has an actor brought an especially interesting interpretation to a classic western character or stereotype? The driving interest in more recent westerns has often been an emphasis on reality, introducing a generous dose of the grime and grit mentioned above into our perception of the old west. It's the clever and sometimes original treatment of the "how" that holds my interest in a western and earns it consideration for my "A" list.

It's difficult to make a case for or have a consensus on the best westerns ever or even on an overall top 10, as there are just too many. Sometimes I think half of the movies made between 1930 and 1960 were westerns, and the vast majority are eminently watchable if you're a westerns fan. So here are a few I find interesting and would recommend.

The top of my "A" list has to be Lonesome Dove. This six hour saga is almost in a class by itself. It has it all. Two of the most interesting and entertaining characters in movie history (let alone western movie history), ex-Texas Ranger captains Gus McCrae and Woodrow Call. Add to that a marvelous story about life, death, adventure, relationships, hardship and hope, and an all-star cast including Robert Duvall, Tommy Lee Jones, Angelica Houston, Robert Urich, Danny Glover, and Chris Cooper, among other well-known names.

Lonesome Dove also has several of those unique scenes that turn a really good film into a classic. One of them involves the hanging of a former close friend who, as Captain Call later puts it, "fell in with a bad bunch". But in a final act of redemption, the fallen friend spares the heroes from carrying out the painful sentence by spurring his horse out from under him on his own, leaving himself dangling in death. In the BluRay special features interviews Duvall describes the scene as one of the most emotional moments he has ever experienced in his long and fabled career.

Another unique scene was Woodrow sitting bedside with a dying Gus (who would not permit the saving of his life by amputation of his one remaining but gangrenous leg) who, slipping into delirium, tries to keep straight his separate notes to the two women who love him. Of course, the purpose of the scene is to emphasize just how much these two rugged, independent and private men loved each other in the only way permitted in their culture, not an easy message to deliver in any genre.

There are actually four stories in the Lonesome Dove saga, two occurring in time prior to Lonesome Dove, Dead Man's Walk and Commanche Moon, and one after, Streets of Laredo. All of these books have been made into TV miniseries with a variety of actors playing the key roles. None of the companion pieces quite rises to the lofty level of Lonesome Dove, but all are worthy efforts and provide very interesting back stories on the main characters. I could talk about the Lonesome Dove world all day, but I think you get the idea so I'll move on.

Tombstone is next on the list. This retelling of the Wyatt Earp/OK Corral story is a fun and entertaining ride. Kurt Russell plays Wyatt, bringing his unique style and rugged manner to the role (think Snake Plissken of Escape from New York with a handlebar mustache, a Colt 45 and a full-length duster). Val Kilmer complements Russell with an outstanding performance as the tuberculosis-ridden, quick-draw artist, gambler/drunk/womanizer sidekick Doc Holliday who always seems to be there to save Wyatt when needed. Add in the supporting cast of Sam Elliott and Bill Paxton as Earp brothers Virgil and Morgan, Dana Delany as the love interest, and Powers Boothe, Michael Biehn, Stephen Lang and Thomas Haden Church as the bad guys, and you've got yourself a good time. And that's not to mention Billy Bob Thornton and Charlton Heston in minor supporting roles and an opening and closing narration by Robert Mitchum.

But the real contribution of Tombstone is that it rolls on past the OK Corral gunfight to tell the story of a humbled but revenge-driven Wyatt returning with Doc and a few other compatriots to take on the notorious gang known as "The Cowboys", the source of the Earps' troubles as the marshalls of Tombstone. This is when things really heat up, leading to a number of classic scenes. First among these is Russell's "You tell'em I'm comin', and hell's comin' with me" warning to Ike Clanton (of the Cowboys) with his foot on Ike's neck after Wyatt had foiled an attempt by the Cowboys to kill him and Virgil. Then there's Val Kilmer's heckling of Biehn's deftly portrayed Johnny Ringo with the line "I'm your huckleberry" while tapping the butt of his shoulder-holstered pearl-handled pistol. This puts the classicly educated but somewhat looney Ringo over the edge just when it would have been better for him to keep his cool.

Another great scene from earlier in the movie is Russell's Earp dressing down a bullying faro dealer played by Billy Bob Thornton by boxing his ear and dragging him out into the street. There are many, many more memorable scenes in this film, but I'll stop here. Let me just say that I think Tombstone is the most fun 140 consecutive minutes of western action ever put on film.

Next on my "A" list are two Sergio Leone classics, Once Upon a Time in the West and The Good, the Bad and the Ugly. To me, these two films represent the peak of westerns as mythology (unlike Lonesome Dove and Tombstone which both strive for a sense of realism). Both Leone films have big-name casts, are set in sweeping vistas, have iconic bad guys, and accentuate action scenes by prefacing them with long, drawn-out facial close-ups of the antagonists readying for battle without dialog, all set to haunting and usually crescendoing musical themes. To the viewer, it feels like you're watching a fuse burn down to a keg of dynamite. Talk about larger than life.

One of my favorite scenes from Once Upon a Time in the West is Jack Elam in a minor supporting role observing a fly buzzing around his head while kicked back on a straight-legged chair leaning against a wall waiting for a train to arrive. Elam eventually draws his pistol and traps the fly in the barrel of the gun against the wall, without disturbing his precarious seating arrangement, of course. Charles Bronson as the film's hero and Henry Fonda as the hired killer "Frank" (generally considered the most evil character he ever played) have a number of great scenes as the movie slowly but relentlessly works its way to the inevitable showdown. Jason Robards and Claudia Cardinale round out the cast of main characters with Keenan Wynn and Woody Strode appearing in supporting roles.

The Good, the Bad and the Ugly has an equally stellar cast with Clint Eastwood reprising his "man with no name" personna as "The Good", Lee Van Cleef bringing his sinister visage to the role of "The Bad", and Eli Wallach masterfully taking the role of Tuco, "The Ugly". One of my favorite scenes is Tuco sitting in a bath overflowing with soap suds with an enemy who has caught him unprepared aiming a gun at him. The enemy (of no consequence to the overall plot of the movie) is reciting the series of past wrongs committed against him for which he is going to kill Tuco. After hearing the man rant for several minutes, Tuco shoots the enemy with the gun he has prudently taken with him into the bath. While the enemy lies bleeding to death a few feet from the bath, Tuco instructively tells him, "If you're going to shoot, shoot. Don't talk." Sage advice, if a bit untimely.

The plot of the film unfolds with a number of equally entertaining scenes, culminating in a  showdown in a graveyard in which a secret treasure is supposed to be buried. The final confrontation drags on, with alternating closeups of the three combatants slowly moving into position, each eyeing the other two alternatively, calculating just who will shoot whom, all with Ennio Morricone's famous score roaring in the background. Until the play is made. Great stuff.

The final film on my personal "A" list is Unforgiven. This Best Picture Oscar winner from 1992 does as good a job as any film in selling how little order (and soap) was actually in the old west. From the opening scene with Will Munny (a supposedly reformed murdering train robber played by Clint Eastwood) pushing and pulling his hogs back into their pen of foot-deep mud, to the assassination in a privy, to the torturing of an itinerant gunman English Bob (played by Richard Harris) by the sadistic sheriff Little Bill (played by Gene Hackman), to the final scene where Will lays the town low, it's a journey through grunge. And I'm guessing that's exactly how things were.

Eastwood is excellent, especially toward the end of the film as the crazed bad man out for revenge. The other notable in the film is Morgan Freeman as Munny's old sidekick and partner in what was planned to be one last job to claim a $500 reward offered by a madam for killing a cowboy who had taken a knife to one of her girls. As western justice would have it, Freeman's character is the one who loses his will for doing the deed. He bails, but ends up getting the worst of it just the same, captured and tortured to death by Little Bill.

My favorite line from the movie? Definitely Eastwood's honest but sobering comeback to the third and much younger member of the gang, the self-styled Schofield Kid (played by Jaimz Woolvett) upon the Kid's attempt to justify the murder in the privy because the victim "had it comin'". Munny just stares out over the landscape, whisky bottle in hand, and says "We all got it comin', Kid" - a succinct yet profound expression of the fundamental truth of Will Munny's world.

Another good line was Munny's response to a pulp fiction writer who asked him about his strategy for taking out the room full of armed men he was up against in the revenge scene. You know, who gets shot first based on relative skill and weaponry? Munny's response was "I've always been lucky in the order". Simple, like the rule about we all got it coming. And that's how every character is portrayed in this movie. Each accepting his or her fortunes in life, or lack thereof, and playing things out to the end. You have to love it.

Well, that's quite enough about my favorite westerns. Perhaps someday we'll team up for some viewings. But in the meantime, I'd like to close with a short list of other notable films in this genre that I would recommend. So here's a few more westerns I like to rescreen from time to time, in no particular order.

The Big Country - Former sea captain Gregory Peck runs into a feud over water rights and the hand of a little rich girl. Peck's character runs afoul of local ways as his way of dealing with the world is much different, albeit just as if not more effective. One of the highlights is an extended fistfight scene (runs for several minutes) between Peck and the ranch foreman played by Charlton Heston (who also fancies the girl) that when it's over seems to have no clear winner. I've only witnessed a couple of real fistfights in my life (both long ago), and they both went just about how this film version does.

Invitation to a Gunfighter - Yul Brynner plays an aging gunfighter hired by a spineless town mayor, played by Pat Hingle, to eliminate a returning Conferate soldier, played by a very young George Segal, whose land has been swindled away. Brynner's character has a change of heart when he learns the full story and decides to humiliate the townspeople by treating them badly until they come to their senses and do the right thing. There is a great poker scene where Yul wins a hand with a "natural" five kings (no wild cards).

The Mask of Zorro - A clever re-booting of the Zorro legend with admirable performances by Antonio Banderas and Catherine Zeta Jones. But the real fun is Anthony Hopkins as the original Zorro, training and passing the torch to Banderas.

McKenna's Gold - Another Gregory Peck vehicle, this one about the search for lost gold in a secret canyon (had to be at least one of these on the list, right?) It's not Treasure of the Sierra Madre, but it has its moments with an ensemble cast including Omar Sharif, Telly Savalas, Keenan Wynn, Julie Newmar, Lee J. Cobb, Raymond Massey, Burgess Meredith, Anthony Quale, Edward G. Robinson and Eli Wallach. How could you not like this movie?

The Magnificent 7 - Another ensemble cast led by Yul Brynner and Steve Mcqueen, supported by among others Charles Bronson, James Coburn and, once again, Eli Wallach. The fun of this one is Yul's character "interviewing" and hiring a team of gunfighters to defend a village of farmers that Eli's horde of Mexican banditos have been terrorizing.

Rio Bravo/El Dorado - I list these two John Wayne films together because I usually can't tell them apart. They're both about a broken down drunk sheriff (Robert Mitchum in one, Dean Martin in the other) that Wayne's character decides to help out of a scrape. Each film has a young newcomer that joins the mix (James Caan in one, Ricky Nelson in the other), and an old geezer sidekick (Walter Brennan in one, Arthur Hunnicutt in the other).

The plots of both films are pretty standard (as they are almost exactly the same) with a fair amount of humor between the inevitable confrontations and gun battles. What makes these two films fun for me is that both were made during Wayne's later period, when he was older but not old. So you get the fully developed John Wayne complete with big hat, swagger, furrowed-brow frowns and that "I'm always in charge wherever I am" attitude. The Duke at the top of his game. The two movies are highly entertaining with excellent performances by the supporting casts including both Mitchum and Martin in their respective roles.

I know this discussion only scratches the surface of the world of westerns, and there are many, many worthy offerings and western stars going unrecognized. From the early days there is Hoot Gibson, Ken Maynard, Bob Steele, Roy Rodgers, Gene Autry and my personal favorite Lash LaRue. Later, in the 40s and 50s there's Audie Murphy, Jimmy Stewart, Richard Widmark, Randolph Scott, Burt Lancaster, Lee Marvin and Jack Palance. I have much-loved films featuring nearly all of these old heroes. But the dozen films discussed above (14 if you include the passing reference to the two cowboy-dinosaur movies) are very old friends and among the most valued members of my movie collection.

I'd love to hear about your favorite westerns and any recommendations you might have for broadening my horizons in this genre.

Until next time, Happy Trails!

Notes from the Lab - RDate 8.15

I'm back in my lab (I used to have an office - now I have what I call the fun lab), running diagnostics on my equipment after several days on the road. So far everything looks good. The laptop, chiller, printer, scanner, digital turntable, receiver, tape deck, stereo synthesizer, TV, DVD/Blu Ray player, VCR, house computer, iPods, boom bucket and newly acquired weather station are all functioning within normal parameters. Also, my new lounger/work station chair seems to be as comfortable as it was in the show room. Life in the lab is good. Here are a couple of shots of me in the cockpit (note the official fun lab footware exhibited in the first),

and another of me in the hobby cubby area selecting my next vinyl project.

It's been 8 months and 15 days since I retired, as indicated by the date reference in the title of this post (properly read as "R-date eight point one five"). And as much as I strive to keep the important things in my life the same, as Don Henley wrote "Everything is different now." Here are a few notes on point.

When I was working I had a routine (yes, this is a gross understatement). It involved tight schedules, appointments with clients, due dates, stressful air travel commitments imposed by the business community and minimal supervision by the front office (my director). I now have a groove, a much more pleasant word than routine. The groove consists of tentative plans, get-togethers with friends, only a passing knowledge of what day it is, cruising in my Chevy crossovers, commitments imposed mostly by the medical community and what I would term a bit closer supervision by the new front office (known to most as My Lovely Bride). Overall, a big trade up despite the uptick in doctor visits and marital oversight.

The word "routine" connotes rigor, monotony and predictability. Groove, on the other hand, brings a smile to most faces and thoughts of comfort, ease, pleasantness and yes - still a measure of predictability. There are just certain activities one must undertake in life whether working or retired, things that we shouldn't let fall through the cracks. Many involve cleanliness and hygiene. Actually, I would say most now involve cleanliness and hygiene.

But offsetting any sameness between a routine and a groove is the game-changing difference of timing. Routines fit events into available time, often with the fun things hitting the cutting room floor. A case in point are those who have been unable to attend our renewed Lunch Bunch outings because of crowded work schedules (for a little more on this renewal see the note at the end of my previous post Hangin' with the Ps).

In a groove, time is allocated to events as needed. The issue is just how much time does an event need, to unfold exactly how I want it to. This is huge. Of course, one disclaimer is warranted. Regardless of what world you live in - working or retired - a family or medical emergency can take over your life. But absent such an exigency, the groove rules.

I will admit that in order to provide sufficient time for the lounging and other fun stuff, I've had to slightly alter the structure of the calendar week. In our household we've moved Monday to Tuesday and pushed Tuesday to just Tuesday night. Wednesday is still Wednesday all except for Wednesday night. That's now Thursday. And Thursday is now Friday. If you've followed the math, these changes result in four day weekends. The old Friday is now First Saturday, the old Saturday being Second Saturday. Likewise the old Sunday is now First Sunday with Monday, previously moved to Tuesday, now Second Sunday. This may seem a bit complicated, and it does wreak havoc with TV listings. But compressing the "deal with the outside world" part of the week to three of the old days hasn't been a problem.

Fitness is another aspect of life that is different in retirement. When I was working there were always good excuses for slugging down some comfort food, tapping the jug of pre-mixed Manhattans kept on hand for emergency mood management purposes, or putting off that treadmill session or brisk walk around the neighborhood, especially on those days I had put in 10-plus hours on the job (yes, middle-management is the same everywhere). In the groove, such excuses are no longer available.

Those past half-hearted attempts at fitness programs have been replaced by an unfortunate state of unlimited opportunity. Now fitness actually consists of regular exercise, thoughtful and nutritional menus, only moderate imbibing (no real mood issues anymore) and sleep whenever desired. And because of it, I've lost 15 pounds. Who'd a thunk that stuff really works?

Quality time with my spouse has also morphed, from discussions about parenting, household maintenance and calendar conflicts to consideration of which movie we should see this week on the big screen, what club to hit off the next tee, and who wants which seat for the morning fire-coffee-Deep Space 9 pajama sessions (I usually opt for a barrel chair - Kody prefers the bean bag snugged up to the hearth).

Of course, the old business creeps into the conversation from time to time. The house and the cottage need to be maintained, bills need to be paid and the pantry must be restocked. But the percentage of marital conversation dedicated to these items has dropped from the high 70s before retirement to less than 10% in the RDate era. We still have our private times, early in the day for Nancy and late in the day for me (based on our historically staggered sleep schedules), but that's okay. I've always maintained that it's similarities that make a marriage strong but differences that make it interesting. That private time gives us space to hone those differences.

Watching TV has changed, too. During the "routine" years, each of our family members had their favorite shows. The Burk girls loved the old Thursday night line up anchored by The Office and 30 Rock. Later, their interests shifted to Wednesday night with Modern Family and The Middle. For me, it was West Wing and Law and Order on Wednesdays and Farscape on Fridays. We followed these shows religiously, anticipating each week's new offerings. They were sort of guilty pleasures the time for which we protected from our busy schedules of housework, homework and the inevitable overflow of office work.

Now, it's marathon sessions with DVD boxed sets. No more waiting until next week to see Jean-Luc Picard's next adventure or to find out if Jed Bartlett will win a second term. In the groove, it's so easy to pop in and watch a four-episode disk without moving except to answer the call of nature and refill your cup. And with modern technology you can do this from just about anywhere - out on the deck or even in the gazebo. I know some rainy day in the future I'll slug through an entire season of 24 in, well, one day.

And one more area where I've noticed change - shopping. Any kind. Could be a trip to the mall for household items, the market for food, or just to the drugstore or hardware store for needed supplies. These trips used to be chores. We did them only when absolutely needed, and then only if someone else was unwilling to do them. Now, they're outings. A chance to clean up, maybe even shave, and get out of the house. A chance to see what outside air feels like and to keep one's driving skills up. A chance to slip out of the groove for a period of time and go - on an adventure. I know. Pathetic.

Well, enough retirement commentary for today. But before I go, here are a couple of old Lunch Poetry invitations from the past, for those of you following this series (I have been remiss lately in sharing these). The first was penned in May of 1997 when a few days earlier I had learned that the Taco Bell had been closed, padlocked even. This one's called Just Desserts, a reference to what had been declining service at the Bell in recent weeks. It's set to the meter of The Pokey Little Puppy.

Oh, where oh where is the

pokey little restaurant?

And, why oh why did it close?

Were they broke?

Someone choke?

Did a customer finally croak?

Maybe, just as well that

no one knows.

A week or so later Estelle of the Bell discovered the news and was overheard wailing the following, entitled Loss of Habitat:

 "Oh no!" said Estelle to her date.

"Plywood windows? A horrible fate."

She cried, "Woe is me,

The Bell is finis!

I guess I'll have to go straight."

From the lab, until next time.