Wednesday, February 28, 2024

Bands and Live Performances I've been a part of:

#14.

Primitives, Private House Party (Burlingame), summer 1984 (best guess).

We were a quintet for this one, with Aldo, Skip, Lee, DL and I.  We were pretty ferocious, set up in a garage pointing outward to a wild group of youth who appeared to enjoy our every note.

I don't think we knew it at the time, but we were about finished.

Tuesday, February 27, 2024

"Black Lizard / Vintage Crime #07 for 2024...

"Freezer BurnJoe R. Lansdale's take on The Postman Always Rings Twice, set in an East Texas Freak Show Carnival with plenty of double-crossing and a wicked woman.  

Published in 1999.



Monday, February 26, 2024

Visit with the folks plus a trip to the auction to drop a truck-full of hay. 

Sunday, February 25, 2024

Bear Hole and the Ashley Pond Basin with K2 & JEvil.

7.4-miles with sub 30-degrees for most of it.  Sunny though, and it felt "warm".

Saturday, February 24, 2024

Rambled in Bear Hole Reservoir checking for ice and mud conditions, and was happy to find neither presenting much of an issue.

It was 37-degrees at the start, and at the finish a bit over two hours later.  I completed 10.1-miles.

Friday, February 23, 2024

Metacomet Trail (NET) from Phelps south, total of 3.4-miles. 

Thursday, February 22, 2024

3-miles at Wilcox Park after work, just before dark. 

Wednesday, February 21, 2024

Bands and Live Performances I've been a part of:

#13.

Primitives, Private House Party (E. Mt), summer 1984 (best guess).

We were a quartet for this one, with Aldo, BP, Lee and I.  

There was another band with us, they were pretty darn good too.

We played as well as we could, but nothing really stands out other than being approached by a member of the other band who told us that:

    "... you guys would be decent if you had better equipment".

I can still see the look on Aldo's face as he responded with:

    "&*%$! we love our equipment".

That about summed us up.  We may have sounded like crap, but there were no cares.

Tuesday, February 20, 2024

Completed another Wondrium Series tonight.  This was a short 8-Lecture Series called:

"Exploring the Mayan World".


The lectures were taught by Professor Edwin Barnhart, Director of the Maya Exploration Center.

This was the fourth series of lectures from Dr. Ed Barnhart at Wondrium that I have watched.

Exploring the Mayan World

LECTURE 1:    Merida

LECTURE 2:    Chichen Itza

LECTURE 3:    Ek Balam

LECTURE 4:    Tihosuco

LECTURE 5:    Mayapan

LECTURE 6:    Uxmal

LECTURE 7:    Celestun

LECTURE 8:    Labna

Monday, February 19, 2024

Mid-day I took a drive to the NoHo Auction with DL to unload a truck of Hay with my folks.

Once back in Connecticut, I went to Cowles Park to get in a nice easy 3-mile (slippery) trail run.


From the Archives...  On this day in 1995, the 1st Moby Dick Marathons were held.  This was my 5th marathon, with the 28-miles completed in 5:01:00.

It seemed like a good idea, but there are reasons why the event didn't last, especially as a 28 or 30 miler.  Bitter cold, difficult, no aid,  February on Greylock....  seems like there would be many additional "whys".

This run was really special for me, it cemented my friendship with Paul.  We ran the entire event together, and began to dream up our snowshoe series.  Paul and I ended up roaming the woods together for a very long time, we see the same things in nature.


 
 


Sunday, February 18, 2024

Picked up from where yesterday left off, namely Route 189 at the Farmington River in Tariffville.

Completed the sidewalk and road section of 0.75-miles and cut into the Laurel Hill Open Space Area Trails until we touched the edge of Marion Wilcox Park in Bloomfield.  

Down off the Metacomet RIdge to to St. Andrews Church to hear the bell toll once.  

Crossed over the bike path and down to the tunnel under Route 189.  

Along the shore of the Farmington River, under Route 189 at the Spoonville Bridge to Tunxis Avenue, which brought me to the Trailhead for Farmington River Park, and my turnaround point for the day  at 5.3-miles.

Took road and bike path for the return, ended with 8.1-miles on a bright, sunny, thirty-two degree day.

So far, I am at 8.3-miles from Cowles to Farmington River Park.



From the Archives...

On this day in 1996 I completed my 9th marathon, the 2nd Annual Moby Dick.  It was a run on snow, and Georgie H and I wore snowshoes.  The event began at the Greylock Visitor Center in Lanseboro, Massachusetts, and ran up the snow covered road to the summit of Mt. Greylock, then down to North Adams, and back.  Covered the 28-mile version in 6:16:43.  

Sitting over Adams

Here is my old friend's recollection....

ODE TO REAL COLD MEN

So I thought I had seen and done it all vis a vis running in strange places for insanely long distances.  Then the farmer called to remind me of Mount Greylock and his plans to conquer the beast in sneakers.  I looked out the window that morning and groaned.  True dead of winter stuff here, folks.  Driving through northern Massachusetts I looked over at the grin on this guy’s face and knew I was in for it.  I mean he’s Fitzcarraldo, the windmill dude, Dr. Strangelove, all of the above when he gets this look in his eye.  I knew there’d be no stopping him on this quest.

We arrived at the visitor center around 9 in the morning and dodged obnoxious snowmobiles as we walked toward the hospitable lodge.  I sat on the couch and admired the pretty park ranger while Ed ran his hands over the diorama of the Mountain, mentally tuning his Zen state for that morning’s fun.  No kidding now.  This was really the last place on earth I wanted to be.  At least that’s how I felt when I saw that Ranger Sally had a wedding ring.  Then our fellow ghouls straggled in and I could see that this was a for real event.  So I disappeared into the bathroom to write some graffiti on the wall and hoped against hope that Ed would forget I had driven up with him.

SADDLE UP, EASY RIDER!  His voice shook the stall.  I fell off the seat.  Here we go again.  Fortunately the crew had left 5 minutes earlier in pansy ass sneakers.  We Bulls would be lashing Snowshoes for this trek.  Only problem was that I had never worn snow shoes.  It wasn’t a pretty sight.  The first 7 miles to the base of the summit were, however, quite beautiful.  Ed and I even managed to smoke Dion, Joe and the boys.  I should have relished the moment.  It’d be the only Moment that day.  Because Lord Greylock was readying some payback for the proud.

Leaving the protection of the trees below the summit was like getting hit in the chest with a sledge hammer.  Naturally, I wore my 1930’s issue wool hunting uniform and I was soaked in sweat.  50 mph gusts of arctic wind sift through those fibers and find your very white blood cells in no time.  I knew my number was up at the summit, mile 8.  Bob Dion joined us at the top, allowing me a chance to pullback from the duo a little while I waited for the downhill section.  So I waited and waited and waited.  Mile after mile after mile and the damn mountain wouldn’t go down.  Truly dispiriting.  So I did the old, walk, trot, jog, walk thing until I met up with Ed and Bob coming back up the turnaround.  They looked like Chechen Rebels home from a night at the front.

“You don’t want to go there.  Don’t do it,” they warned.  I would have gone, really would have done the upright thing, finished the steep section, real man and all that.  But they had good food.  I thenceforth trailed them like a beggar, picking up scraps they’d toss over their shoulder.  Believe me you lose your pride pretty quick out in no man’s land.  That’s why they call it no man’s land.

It was a mutually beneficial run from there.  Bob and Ed set the pace just ahead, providing me with a little motivation to put one weary foot in front of the other.  And I gave them that healthy fear of failure, of being passed by a highly competitive opponent breathing down your neck.  Yea right.

At the junction leading back to the summit, we stopped to discuss making the extra 3 mile run to the top and back.  I fiercely argued that we had to go the extra yardage and finish the quest or we couldn’t live with ourselves.  Ed said something about bad luck visiting a mountain top twice in a day. Bob kept looking down the hill with an insane smile on his face.  I decided that this crew really didn’t have the je ne sais crois necessary to reconquer Greylock so I took command and ordered my men down the mountain.  Of course I trailed at a good healthy distance in case either of them fell by the wayside.  A really good healthy distance.

Bob and Ed bounded down the hill like kids at the final bell.  I stayed behind and ran to the summit on my own.  And I did it extremely fast.  Extremely.  Extremely enough that I ended up finishing the race in about 7 hours.  The latter hour of which found me crawling on my hands and knees as women in thongs and fine tan lines whizzed by on flaming green and red snowmobiles.  I must have looked pretty scary because nobody stopped to pick me up.  By the time I hit the parking lot, Bob and Ed were fast asleep in their cars inhaling carbon monoxide.  I pulled off my socks in Ed’s truck and watched as my toenails came off in the process.  Seems the crusty buggers had snagged on my wet wool socks.  I hadn’t felt the pain because of the frostbite.

So here’s a healthy Bronx cheer to those of you who decided to opt out of the Greylock quest.  I’m going to say that you really missed out on the time of your lives, a unique opportunity to test your primal bounds, to run with the wolves, to gasp on the edge of being, to wake up around oh....  11:00 on a Sunday morning, lounge on the couch in the sunroom and browse through the paper, enjoy a piece, two pieces of cinnamon raisin toast, take a nap, take another nap, watch an old movie with a pint of ice cream and some cute thing.  Ahhhh heck.  So maybe I made all this up.  But maybe I didn’t.  If any of you get a mouthful of hair when some freak streaks by you this coming season, just look down at his mangled toes.  You’ll know where you should be next February.

Saturday, February 17, 2024

I have been working on connecting a route from Cowles Park in East Granby to Northwest Park in Windsor.   I have several great choices to connect everything at this point in time, I just need to pick a final distance and work back from there.

Today I took my initial thought upon route, on snow-covered trail (packed beautifully by fat-tire mountain bikes  ahead of me), from the parking lot of Cowles Park (CT Rt 187) to the Farmington River in Tariffville (CT Rt 189).  The trails are mostly fine, without too much bad-footing.  It measured out at 3.5-miles.  I returned more or less on the NET (Metacomet) back towards Cowles, and while mostly fine, there is the one really rough couple hundred feet of rocks where a trail should be, climbing up the western slope to the loopout over the Farmington.

So, while the day was cold, the sun did come out for a few minutes, and I completed 7.0 snow covered miles in 1:39:00.

Friday, February 16, 2024

Around the "Point" after work, 3-miles. 

Additional News, Rock and Roll Heaven just gained another member...

Dexter Romweber, who as part of the Flat Duo Jets I saw opening for the Cramps at Toads Place in New Haven on May 8th, 1990, passed away at age 57.

I enjoyed their set that night, yet I have only their eponymous "Flat Duo Jets" record from 1990.





Thursday, February 15, 2024

Today is Susan B. Anthony Day, a commemorative holiday to celebrate the birth of Susan B. Anthony and women's suffrage in the United States. 

Normally, I wouldn't necessarily have a post devoted to this type of celebration or moment in history, but this one makes sense for me, and has significance to my past.

Susan B. Anthony was born in Adams, Massachusetts, and her childhood home is located just 1.5-miles from my childhood home.  The location of the birthplace home for Susan B. Anthony is located on East Road, at the intersection of Bowen or Walling Road.  This was a busy area in the early 1800's and referred to as "Bowen's Corner".

Wednesday, February 14, 2024

After the half-foot of snow yesterday, the temperatures have grown cold.  At least it is sunny.

Parked in Stony Brook Park, did a loop on trails that were half snow covered (4") and half wet, sloppy mud-based.

Exited the woods at 1.5-miles more or less, and jogged out to Mountain Road to catch the new bike path.

Took it to it's end along the northside of the road.

Finished with 3.4-miles.