It may have come across
previously that I take my job as the Where Will We Go Next Guy seriously, or
perhaps obsessively. My daughter encourages this by actions such as her white board decoration above.
Some may ask how I could
possibly start planning for a Disney World trip three years, one month and
twenty-two days before arrival.
The answer is simple:
Three years, one month
and twenty-three days before arrival, I was far too busy enjoying being in
Disney World to plan for the next visit.
am woefully behind on movie viewing this summer, thanks to an incredible journey
to Peru featuring epic mountains, mysterious ruins, amazingly friendly locals,
and of course, horrifying clowns on public transportation. All I've seen is Valerian and the Ten Thousand Planets. I had to see that one in theaters because I knew a Luc Besson helmed French science fiction film based on groovy Sixties comics would be wild, original, visually stunning, freaky awesome, and die at the box office when presented to audiences who complain about everything being remakes and sequels and then ignore any cool, different stuff. This is a sin. Speaking of sin...
will take a while before I get my head straight enough to write new Up the Lake
stories, so here’s an index of the old ones for easier access than using the “Up
the Lake” subject, since we all mention the place constantly, this will link
only to the stories.
a bonus, before the index, here’s a poem my Mom wrote in 1982 that
really sums up the place and how we all feel about it:
A pretty homogenous
group consisting of Italians from the Bronx (and maybe some others, but they
converted) that were part of “send city kids into the woods" projects were
staying at camps on a lake up near Bear Mountain.
By swimming or boating
across that lake, they discovered a wonderfully enchanted land. First they brought dates to this land for picnics, and
over time those picnics rapidly progressed through sleep overs in tents, to platforms and finally hand
built cabins allowing them to spend more time Up the Lake. The relationships of the dating couples also
grew…into families. Large, loving, loud families
For the next four to
five generations, the descendants of that original group, (plus some very
special friends who might as well be family) had a continuous series of crazy
story and lifelong bond generating adventures every summer in, on and around those cabins and that Lake.
Before starting this weeks post, I need to acknowledge the loss of Adam West.
I've talked about him a bunch here and here already and don't have much to add.
He will be missed.
I am extremely happy that, after a down turn, he was able to experience the love of his fans and receive accolades for bringing joy to so many childhoods. The Batman role may have defined his career, but he also defined Batman.
It may have been in a silly setting, but he was the first actor to bring the supremely confident, always insanely prepared, and totally focused on doing what's right aspect of Batman to the screen. And they've all lasted until this day.
Other actors who played the Caped Crusader may have been in more financially successful or critically acclaimed outings, but I doubt any of them will have a Bat-Signal lit in tribute to them, as Los Angeles is doing tonight at 9PM Pacific Standard time.
Rest In Piece, old Chum.
I'm tankful you recorded your lines already, and we'll all get one last ride in the Batmobile with you in the sequel to Return of the Caped Crusaders to take on William Shatner's Two Face.
Speaking of Mr Shatner- time to get back to today's post.
From the early days of this blog, I have been internally debating whether or not to put ads on the site to try to make some revenue out of this hobby. If only to balance the lack of sleep it is responsible for.
More recently, I've seen the use of paypal "tip jars" and started to lean that way as well.
However, readers who are paying a bit of attention (and with my subject matter selections, that isn't something I can always count on) will notice a new link in the upper right hand corner that isn't either of those things.
I was inspired by my daughter's Silver Award project for Girl Scouts, which reminded me that I knew some far more important things than tip jars to encourage people to donate money (and time) to.
One would think, that after
they sat on the edge of their seats cheering for the six films in the
franchise, it would have been easy for me to convince my wife and daughter to
see the Rocky torch get passed when Creed
was in the theater…
There have been a great
deal of teachers that influenced my career, lifestyle and personality over the
years of my education. However, as I was
coming up for ideas for the list of these posts, I kept going back to Mrs.
Windish, my grammar school music teacher.
The reason I do, is my
near daily discoveries of how much I learned in her once a week class without
realizing it, or trying to.
I am not, nor have I
ever been, a member of the singing people’s party.
Anabelle spent the day
having a hoot and a half on the slip and slide at Grandma’s, mostly trying to
get wet without getting muddy. Because she’s fancy.
The kids were offered
the option of the lake…but loss of Up the Lake weighed heavily on every choice.
Their decision to always stay in the sprinkler or hose again matched my
inability to get up the energy to use the fire pit all summer.
I got in to work, ready
for only the second day with the air conditioner fully operational again to
find a very dark building.