Dad and Me 15 May 2009 in our matching Giants Apparel
I got to the airport I had a better time checking in that my trip out. I had time to get breakfast in the Home Turf Sports Bar. As readers of this blog know I do not do travel or airports well since I came back from Iraq. I used to travel quite frequently and while I can do well I have a lot more anxiety in crowds and lines. Thankfully Sacramento is not too bad today. Even so I decided to get breakfast. Had scrambled eggs, bacon and home fries washed down by a couple of pints of Sam Adams Boston Lager. I find that a good beer takes the edge off of the anxiety and taste a lot better than Xanax. The first time I did this was in between flights going to and from Bahrain at Heathrow in London. A pint goes very well with breakfast, which over there included eggs, potatoes, toast, tomatoes and rashers of bacon. Despite this when I got into the crowded line I have a decent anxiety attack. The flight to Chicago is full and there are a lot of less experienced travelers and families with small children on board. Thankfully none of the kid’s has started screaming….at least yet, may the Deity Herself keep the kiddo’s quiet. The most miserable fights I have been on have been the ones with the screaming kids. I really don’t like the beer on aircraft since it is always in cans. Beer doesn’t taste as good out of a can, even decent beer. I prefer beer on tap or in a bottle. However this afternoon I decided I could use a beer. The crowed flight was beginning to get on my nerves, especially the young gentleman sitting in front of me who kept adjusting, readjusting and bouncing in his seat. He had almost caused me to spill my Diet Coke. I went back to the aft galley and the flight attendant when he saw my military ID gave me a complimentary beer and thanked me for my service to the country. That was pretty cool, and though it was a brand I might not normally drink, it tasted better than any domestic beer I have ever had on a flight. Way to go Southwest.
I do not know when I will get back to Mudville. I assume that it will be sooner rather than later given my dad’s condition which is obviously deteriorating fairly quickly now. At least we have gotten some of the hard things done. My brother and I have continued to grow close and continue to find just how much alike that we are. The only thing that we might disagree on is our taste in beer, that however is nothing to fret over. I love his family, he’s a great dad. Somehow all of us will get through this time.
A couple of other high lights of the trip were having a pizza, salad and beer over at my nephew Eric’s pizza parlor. The place is called appropriately enough Eric’s. He bought it from the previous owner who had hired him as a teenager. Then it was called Rick’s and it is still a local fixture in Mudville. Eric runs a great place and frequently is recognized as having the best pizza in Mudville. As a pizza expert I can say that it is some of the best I have ever had. Truthfully I like what I like better, Eric’s crust is a bit more substantial than mine, I like the really thin, light and soft New York crust. Eric’s is definitely a New York Pizza and incredibly good, if you go to Mudville he’s on El Dorado Street. Tell him I sent you. He also serves Newcastle Ale on tap. That is also a major selling point for me. He has good taste in beer. Whenever I go there we always have a nice talk. He’s a good family man and business man. It is hard to believe that I have known him since he was 8 years old. I had dinner at Arroyo’s Café one night. For the unenlightened Arroyo’s has some of the best Mexican food around. If you are in Mudville it is worth the visit. The portions are good sized, taste good and the prices are very affordable. Finally I had a great time with my buddy Rob from elementary school and junior high school. I hadn’t seen him since 1979 or 1980 and it was good to reminisce as well as catch up on things.
Today also marks a milestone. It was 13 years ago today that I was ordained as a Deacon. I’ll write about that experience another time. Like most things in my life it was not an ordinary day or boring event. I guess the surprising thing is that I survived 13 years as a Deacon and as a Priest. Once again the Deity Herself continues to protect this miscreant Priest. From the moment that the Blessed Sacrament was lifted high out of the Paten by a gust of air from an errant ceiling fan before the horrified eyes of the blue haired ladies at the cathedral where I was ordained, my service as a Deacon and Priest has not been ordinary.
I’ll get back late tonight and head over to Gordon Biersch with Judy for dinner and a couple of Marzen’s. Tomorrow I’ll try to take it easy and rest. I look forward to Monday night and the Tides game. It has been over 10 days since I’ve been to a game. Thankfully the Tides were out of town for most of this time.
Thank all of you again for your kind words, thoughts and prayers over the past week. They have been most encouraging.