Northwest Arkansas

July 6th, 2005 had Peter and I continuing our wandering at our own leisurely pace. Since neither one of us had ever set foot in the state of Oklahoma and Joplin, MO being a mere ten miles from the Oklahoma border, we headed west on I-44 into Oklahoma to have breakfast. The town in the northeast corner of Oklahoma is called Miami. Miami, OK is the childhood home of the NY Yankee legend, Mickey Mantle. Who knew?

In the short time we spent in Oklahoma, I learned that before it became a state, this land was known as the Indian Territory. Native American tribes that had been displaced or had become disenfranchised were given a chunk of land for their tribes. The Modoc Indians of Northern California were moved to this part of Northeastern Oklahoma back in the late 1800's.

Our route through Southwestern Missouri, follow the purple circles

Just as quickly as we entered Oklahoma, we left. Driving east, we saw that the states of Oklahoma, Arkansas and Missouri all met in one place. Of course, we had to find it. Having just knocked Oklahoma off my list of states never visited, it was time to take Arkansas off as well.

A journey of a thousand miles.....

begins with a first step.

Southwest Missouri is known as the land of caves. In the tiny town of Noel, Peter and I took a tour of the Bluff Dweller's Cave. This was no dinky one room cave. The tour lasted a good hour and we went in all different directions.

Heading south, we entered Arkansas for good and entered the town of Bentonville, AR. Why does that sound familiar?

Look here!

Of course we had to go shop at the Walmart. I purchased a pair of swimming trunks and here's my receipt to prove it.

One for the scrapbook!

We drove around Bentonville and determined that it too was subject to retail stripland along the highway. But we found Bentonville's charming town square, had lunch and took a tour at the Walmart museum housed in Sam Walton's original five and dime store.

Walmart #1, now home to the Walmart Museum

Northwest Arkansas is booming and you could tell by the numerous subdivisions with rows and rows of McMansions. Leaving Bentonville, we commenced on our last leg, Little Rock of bust.

Follow the purple line again.

As you can see we took a route that took us through the Ozark National Forest. According to a book that Peter had, there was a picturesque swimming hole right on our path. Four miles on a dirt road off the small two lane highway and then a .75 mile hike, we got to the swimming hole on the Kings River.

More water needed, but refreshing anyway.

As the sun set, we pulled into Conway, AR and slept at the Motel 6.

Southwest Missouri

You know all those brochures that sit in the lobby of every motel and hotel that advertise great things to do or things to buy in the area you are staying? Well, Peter and I fell victim to one of those and so our first destination on July 5th, was the Airline History Museum located at the downtown Kansas City airport. This airport is used mainly for communter flights and private flights.

The museum, actually a hangar, is run by passionate historians of aviation. Kansas City was the original home of TWA, which stood for Transcontinental and Western Airways. The museum has three rooms of artifacts of long gone era of American Aviation. Here's something that attendents of flights had to be wary of.

Watch out when you go to the bathroom!

The main part of the tour was to see the restored planes the museum has purchased and has volunteers working on restoring. There is a plane who's name I can't remember, a DC3 and the pride of the museum and Constellation, affectionately known as a Connie.

A DC3 being carefully restored to original specifications.

Peter and I enjoying the first class seats of the restored Connie

After the museum, it was time for Peter and I to leave the big city and work our way to Little Rock. We made a conscious decision to stay off the big highways and to let serendipity lead the way.

Follow the purple hatched line, it's the route we took.

By taking the small roads, we saw the beautiful countryside of Southwest Missouri. We stopped by a historical plaque which marked the location where 12,000 men of Missouri camped one winter during the War Between the States. These men entered on the side of the Confederacy. Peter and I were clearly now in the South.

On a cliff above the confluence of the Osage and Sauk rivers.

Our wanderings took us near many lakes and reservoirs. At Stockton State Park, I took a dip. Definately refreshing! The scene of a person taking a swim on a hot summer day in the South was one that I lived.

Sampling the local produce.

Eventually our path lead us onto this famous road.

Historic Route 66

After driving the winding roads of Southwest Missouri, I got onto Route 66, a long straightaway, and found myself going over 75 miles an hour. I got pulled over by Officer Byrnes of the Missouri Highway Patrol. I gave him my California drivers liscense along with the rental car paperwork. He was quizzical and asked Peter and I what the purpose of our trip was. His response, "are you getting paid to do this?" brought howls of laughter to Peter and I. After determining that I had no outstanding warrants for my arrest and had a clean driving record, Officer Byrnes let us go with a warning to "keep the speed down." A hearty shout out to Officer Byrnes!!

As the sun was setting, we rolled into the town of Joplin, MO. The pattern of development of these small cities is to have a charming and architecturallly beautiful downtown that is economically dying. Out near the interstate, all the chain and box stores have drawn residents away from the old town square. We saw this over and over again in most every town we entered.

After hitting up a local for dinner suggestions, Peter and I ended up at Big R's Restaurant.

A local steakhouse in Joplin, MO

I have to say that there was so much hope and potential for Big R's. But the steak I had was mushy and Peter's ribs were nothing compared to Arthur Bryants.

Sleep was found at the Joplin, MO Motel 6.

Harry S Truman (#33)

Harry S Truman (1945-1953)

July 4th, 2005 in Independence, MO. Patriotic and fitting was how Peter and I saw it. We started the day by taking a tour of Truman's lifelong home at 219 North Delaware Street. It's a grand old house with great porches.

The Truman Family Home in Independence, MO

The inside of the house is exactly the same as the day Bess Truman passed away in 1982. Even the calender on the wall is set to 1982. On the coat rack in the hallway is the last coat and hat that Harry wore. It is as he last set it there before he died. One interesting note, it is in Bess' will that the Truman's daughter, Margaret Truman, is allowed to stay at her childhood home at anytime she likes. Because of this, the entire upstairs is off limits to tourists as it is Margaret's home. Margaret, now in her 80's, hasn't stayed at the North Delaware home in a few years.

After the house tour, Peter and I moved on to view the Truman's Museum about a mile north of his home. For the decade after Truman left office, he took a brisk walk to and from his home to his office at the museum complex. He claimed it kept him healthy. His aim was to take 120 steps per minute to keep the heart in shape.

Of the three museum's Peter and I felt that the Truman Museum was the most honest. It certainly celebrated his life and accomplishments, but there was no overstating propaganda. During the opening film, the narrator clearly stated that the decisions and issues that Truman handled some 60 years ago have not yet fully played out and so a decision as to whether he did something well/right/badly/wrong cannot yet be determined. In addition, throughout the museum, viewpoints that stated what Truman did was incorrect were always presented. For example, it was on Truman's watch that the atomic bomb was dropped on Japan. There were clear statements in view by those who felt that Truman's decision to drop the bombs was a mistake. It was refreshing to read criticisms of Truman's years in the White House.

It also became clear to me that during the years Truman was in office, he didn't catch a break. The end of WWII, the Korean War, Joseph McCarthy, emerging Civil rights, the Marshall Plan and Truman Doctrine. One after the other, Truman was bombarded with crises and he simply did his best.

If his persona had to be summed up in one line it would be:


THE BUCK STOPS HERE

That saying was printed on a placard that sat on his desk. I think it is a great motto for our leaders.

I walk with the giants of history!

Oh, an observation. Since we spent a number of hours at the Truman Museum, we left in the middle to go get some lunch. In our pursuit of healthy food options, we noticed that up to this point in the trip, we had yet to see a grocery store. Where do the people of this part of the country shop for groceries? It's unfortunate, that we had to resort to McDonalds for lunch.

After our time at the museum, we went wandering around Kansas City. The city is knows as the "CITY OF FOUNTAINS" and so we went to a part of town that we were told had a number of the most beautiful. Along the way, we drove through downtown, which was eerily quiet. We stopped in and saw the newly renovated Kansas City Union Station. Driving south, we stumbled upon the obviously very yuppie section of Kansas City along 47th Avenue. Case in point? Restoration Hardware. Enough said!

The skyline of Kansas City, MO

On the evening of July 4th, Peter agreed to attend a baseball game at Kauffmann Stadium, home of the Kansas City Royals. On this evening, they were playing the one and only Seattle Mariners. Seattle won 6-0.

Kauffmann Stadium, home of the Kansas City Royals

Fountains at Kauffmann Stadium in the city of fountains.

After the game, a great fireworks show and then sleep at the Southeast Kansas City Motel 6.

Dwight David Eisenhower (#34)

General and President Dwight David Eisenhower (1953-1961)

Every couple of years or so, my friend from college, Peter Steinberg and I decide to take a trip together. To say that these trips are far from the mainstream, is quite an understatement. Past trips have included a weeklong sea kayaking trip in Nova Scotia, exploring northern Michigan and the Upper Peninsula and this years expedition to Kansas, Missouri and Arkansas. The motivation? We wanted to see the Eisenhower, Truman and Clinton presidential libraries. Geeky? You betcha!

Late Saturday July 2nd, after pulling an OJ in the Houston Airport (those readers who think this is a reference to Kato and Nicole, ummm grow up!), I arrived at the Kansas City Airport and met up with Peter. Now for an informational nugget. The Kansas City Airport has 90 gates. Who would have guessed a number that high.

The first decision that Peter and I had to make was whether or not to rent an car that had XM radio. The young woman at the checkout counter was quite hip to our banter, but in the end we decided that to visit these states, we should be subject to local radio. XM Satellite radio would be the equivalent of eating at McDonalds the entire trip. So, no satellite radio for the two of us.

Peter and I drove west along I-70 for an hour and stayed the night at the NW Topeka Motel 6. As we drove, the number of signs pointing out things to see and do along I-70 in Kansas was surprisingly large. A small sample include, the territorial capital of Kansas (before it was a state), Leavenworth Military Prison, the Kansas Motor Speedway where Danica Patrick was to race the next day and the Brown vs. Board of Education historic site. All within an hour of Kansas City.

On Sunday the 3rd, Peter and I hauled ourselves another hour and a half west to Abilene, KS, the childhood home of Dwight Eisenhower. In fact, here I am in front of his childhood home.

E Chen looking droopy in front of DDE's home in Abilene, KS.

The Eisenhower Museum (I like how there is a grain silo in the distance behind it)

The first thing I learned is that every president since Herbert Hoover (excluding Richard Nixon) has a presidential library that houses his papers and also a museum, which documents his life. The libraries are run by the National Archives and Records Administration known affectionately as "NARA."

The tour of his childhood home was perfunctory and the library itself had little of interest. But his museum was what I came to see. What I learned is that Eisenhower was immensely popular, but really had few issues to deal with. The 50's, when he was president, was a time of great economic prosperity in the United States. To be way oversimplify in my summary of him, Eisenhower got to benefit from the work done before he was elected.

After a couple hours in the library, Peter and I drove back east to Kansas City. Thanks to Peter for driving through what was apparently a nasty downpour and lightening storm. I napped most of the drive.

We got into Kansas City just in time to get to eat at the famous Arthur Bryant's BBQ. The brisket sandwich and short ribs Peter and I had were everything they were said to be. We literally got in with 15 minutes to spare.

An outside view of Arthur Bryant's BBQ and 17th and Brooklyn, Kansas, City, MO

With our stomachs stuffed, Peter and I pushed on to stay the evening at the Motel 6 in Blue Springs, MO.

Progress is good

First off, I have had more than a couple people comment on how tidy and clean I appear to keep my workspace. Granted, I am generally a person who keeps things organized, but in this case, there is an external factor at work. You see, the couple upstairs from me have a six month old baby daughter who needs her naps. Therefore, whenever Cora is going to nap, I get a call to stop my work. It's turned out that these enforced breaks are good. During these times, I can clean up as well as step back and think about what my next steps are going to be. In years to come, Cora can claim that her sleep was the reason why I didn't make any mistakes. So what does it look like now?

There used to be a wall in that hole

At this point, I have only a couple more edge pieces of wood to remove and then I'll fit the door in. To remove all that wood, I used a "sawsall."

The "sawsall"

I fully admit that when I got up this morning, I was a bit apprehensive about having so much power in my hands. My first cut was not a good one, but I got pretty comfortable with it by the end. Man, does it vibrate.

So, I leave the project at the halfway point as I jet off to the Midwest for a trip with my friend Peter S. We're going to see the Eisenhower, Truman and Clinton Presidential Libraries. They are located in Abilene, KS, Independence, MO and Little Rock, AR respectively. I will be blogging from the road and thereby returning the blog to its original purpose!

Wall Be Gone (part 2)

Thursday June 30th, 2005 -- 9:00AM

Wall Be Gone

The major project of the summer consists of me demolishing the wall between my bedroom and the front room of my place and then installing a set of French doors. For those who know me well, manual labor is not my forte. So the thought of me hammering away at plasterboard, using an electric saw (called a "sawsall"), and then trying to level a pair of doors must be causing bursts of laughter across the United States. You readers will be treated to the continuing saga of this project throughout the summer.

The wall as seen from my bedroom

The wall as seen from the front room

These prehung(!) French doors (on their side) will be installed in place of the wall, thereby providing me a sitting room attached to my bedroom.

The status of the project as of 9AM Wednesday June 29th, 2005.

A Florida Gator Union

This past weekend, because I didn't have surgery on my right foot as was previously scheduled, I joined Scott as he and I flew across the country for the wedding of one of his closest friends from his years at the University of Florida. To be more specific, Scott was one of the four groomsman at the wedding of his dear friend Rob (a Gator) and his bride Kristi (a Gator).

Scott and I flew into Orlando, arriving Friday (6/24) afternoon around dinnertime. Another of his friends from his Florida friends, Scott S.(a Gator) and his partner Jay(a Florida State Seminole, gasp), picked us up and we immediately attacked the drive (and traffic) of Interstate 4 to St. Petersburg, FL, the location of all wedding festivities. Friday evening was spent eating and reminiscing about their days of yore at Florida and the Florida Marching band. I had a fantastic time, sitting out in the warm evening on the balcony of Dan Marino's Restaurant eating Mahi Mahi and drinking fresh brewed lemonade. I can complain about the heat and humidity of Florida weather, but it's nice to never have to worry about being cold in the evening.

Saturday was spent meeting more friends, eating more food and attending the rehearsal dinner at the St. Petersburg Yacht Club. The setting looked familiar as I remembered the view looked very reminiscent to the view from the reception of another wedding I attended here in St. Petersburg back in 1999. In speaking to my friend Gina, her wedding which I attended right here in St. Petersburg back in 1999, the location of her reception was a mere half mile from the Yacht club.

The wedding took place on Sunday, not Saturday. The wedding and reception took place in the afternoon at the Mirror Lake Lyceum. I would personally like to thank Rob and his bride for having all of us in attendance sit through a ceremony that lasted at most 10 minutes. Seriously. It was a tactical strike of a wedding ceremony. Afterwards, the reception was help in the same space and the wedding party asked the spouses of the wedding party to join them at a large center table in the middle of the dining room. That meant ME! In a matter of seconds, I went from anonymously sitting at a table with a family from Iowa to being seated at the center table. I had become a SPOUSE. Scott and Jay (from the drive down), and Scott and I were equal members of this wedding party table. I thought it was totally cool.

In fact, everyone at the wedding was kind and open to the Scott's, Jay and I. Rob, the groom, has been friends with the Scott's for so long, that the extended families are comfortable with gay relationships. On the flight home, I asked Scott what percentage of wedding attendees did he think were Republican voters, he said probably 90%. However, I never felt any overt hostility, and that was really nice.

However, what became most striking to me about this wedding was the pride all the graduates had in their alma mater, The University of Florida at Gainesville. Talk centered on the upcoming football season, who was going to attend which games, which games on the road were sold out (South Carolina and ten cool points to non-SEC football fans who can email me why) and the score of the Florida-Texas baseball game as the University of Florida Gators Baseball team had made it to the College World Series finals for the first time ever and the games were being played that weekend. I'm sorry to report that the Gators the best two out of three series, 0-2, having made valiant comeback attempts in both losses.

Here's what the groom's cake looked like.

The design of the groom's cake. GO GATORS!!

I don't think many of us who have lived our lives in the Northern tier of states truly can understand the passion with which those in the South identify with their schools. The "heated" interplay between those who went to Florida State versus Florida might be interpreted as outright hostility to those of us not in the know. But it's all apart of daily life here in the South. Many of Scott's friends are excited to have me experience it all when I attend the Florida versus Tennessee game in Gainesville on the 17th of September. It will be quite the experience as a) it will be Florida's SEC East Opener b) Urban Meyer's first SEC game c) Tennessee and it's coach Phillip Fulmer are the team most thought to contend with Florida for the SEC East division title d) the game time has been moved to 8PM thereby allowing for extended tailgaiting. I can't wait!

The most touching part of the evening was when all the Florida alumni were asked to gather and sing the alma mater. The fact that I got misty eyed (man I've been doing that a lot lately) was a testament to how much that place and time is held so dear in the hearts of those who were belting out:


Florida, our Alma Mater
Thy glorious name we praise;
All thy loyal sons and daughters
A joyous song shall raise.
Where palm and pine are blowing,
Where southern seas are flowing,
Shine forth thy noble Gothic walls,
Thy lovely vine-clad halls.
'Neath the Orange and Blue victorious
Our love shall never fail.
There’s no other name so glorious—
All Hail, Florida, Hail!

Best wishes to the newlyweds as they spend their honeymoon in Hawaii and then return to domestic bliss. Thanks to all those in St. Petersburg who made me feel welcome and recognized the significance of Scott asking me to attend this wedding with him.

Early Mornings

So with summer break fully in swing, my routine is set. When Scott gets up at 6AM, I get up too and have breakfast with him. Then I retreat to my room, fire up the laptop and enjoy two to three hours of pure quiet time bliss and read my email the Seattle Times, San Francisco Chronicle, New York Times, Washington Post and Salon.com.

Anyway, for those of you familiar with Seattle area "celebrities", this article about what's on people's TIVO had me laughing out loud. Whoever this Pamela Sitt is, she's funny.

Pictorial Guide to Replacing Glass in a Window

My bathroom window shattered when I left it open during a windstorm, oops.

The windowframe after the glass has been removed.

Remove old glazier points which held the old glass in place.

Apply window glazing (feels like silly putty)

Use putty knife to push glazier points into the frame itself to keep the glass in place.

The finished product.

The friends keep coming

This father's day weekend I had two friends (from the same circle) visit San Francisco independently of each other. To introduce them takes a bit of background. During these years, I was living in Baltimore and spent most of my free moments down in DC. It starts when my high school friend Kristin S. graduated from Wellesley, she went to work for the EPA in DC and lived with a couple friends. Those friends left after a year and she ended up living in a house with my Cornell friend Peter S. and two other guys. Kristin was the first to move out, but over the course of a couple years, this four person house on Wisconsin Avenue housed a number of people, one of them, Simeon, became a friend as well. It is Simeon and Peter (along with his girlfriend) who were in town this weekend. We, Scott included, met at my favorite Dim Sum restaurant. Afterwards, we trekked up to the top of Bernal Hill to take in the sunny day and views.

Peter, Allison and Simeon with San Francisco in the background

Scott and Ernie (but what's up with the sunglasses, Chen?)

After that, I took the crew to the Esmeralda Street slide. The tandem slide is located a couple blocks from my house, and is placed along a set of stairs that climb from the bottom of Bernal Hill to the top along the western slope. It's one of the charming things that make me continue to love living in this neighboorhood.

Scott on the Esmeralda Street slide

Peter and Allison

Peter and Simeon

A mere hour later, Peter and Allison took off for an Alcatraz tour and tomorrow Simeon flies to Portland to see family. It was a short reunion, but I know I'm grateful for the few hours we all had together again. It felt like 1993 in Washington, DC.

Five years of teasing come to fruition

In the fall of 2000, I taught an Honors Geometry class that remains legendary. Two Ken's, Two Chris', an Ali and Allie, Conrad the 8th grader and the smartest kid I ever taught and Becky, Elana and Sarah. Ahh, Sarah H. You've met this family before, actually about this time last year, her father invited me to play Cypress Point. Well, ever since Sarah and I have known each other, I have given her a hard time due to the fact that in 9th grade, she wanted to be a socialite, be written up in the Nob Hill Gazette and dreamed of her Debutante Ball. We all know that I can and could not resist giving Sarah a hard time. To her undying credit, 9th grade Sarah took it in stride and it became a constant source of laughs. Well, last night, the big night occurred. Sarah was presented to society and I had a massive cultural experience.

First off, here is me in a tuxedo, just after I had dressed myself at the base of Nob Hill.

First time in a tux in probably a decade

The evening started crazed because of a goodbye dinner for a friend who is moving to LA because of a job transfer. After getting dressed right there in the street, I was dropped off at the Fairmont. Except the ball was at the Westin St. Francis, so I had to catch a cab and I arrived to watch the presentation of about 25 young women with five minutes to spare.

Sarah and Alex (her escort and another one of my former students) during the post-presentation walk, which was quite complicated.

There were about 500 people in the room, many of them classmates of the women being presented. The presentation is exactly what you think. Each young woman comes out center stage and is met by an escort of her choosing. She curtsies, is escorted down a short flight of stairs and then handed off to her father for official presentation. Done.

Our protagonist and her two time high school math teacher

I need to no longer be in front of the camera, especially when next to Melissa B. (FYI, Dad, this is Frank's neice)

It was a wonderful evening as it was a look into San Francisco Society. Let's chalk it up to anthropology!

The first of three

This week has been and will continue to be a busy one. Two stints as a medical patient, trying to sort out the medical issues regarding my foot surgery and the visit of three, count them three, of my out of town friends, and there is little down time. Well, except for right now.

Ian M. is a long time friend of mine from my Seattle days. Currently living in NYC, he was out on a West Coast swing, San Francisco being the last stop before heading back to NYC and a career in real estate. Last night, he, Jennifer K. (the longtime roommate but alas, no longer) and I went to dine at a San Francisco institution, The Original Old Clam House. We ordered a clambowl and a meleneza for the three of us and the piles of mussels, clams, crab legs, prawns and scallops was massive. For those of you locals, I highly recommend this place. I've been wanting to try the Clam House since I moved here since I drive by it every single day on my way to work, but it took six years to finally go inside. I should have done it earlier.

Ian and Jennifer at The Original Old Clam House

Afterwards, we continued our dining pleasures to get ice cream at another San Francisco Institution, Mitchell Brothers. For those of you who followed the link, check out the flavors. It's a good thing I have some will power to resist ice cream because I live a mere three block walk from this shop.

Lastly, on the medical front, Kaiser has officially denied my request to have my hardware removal done by Dr. B in Seattle. Since the estimate I received were I to think of paying out of pocket for this surgery was $9,000, I'll go ahead and meet the doctor Kaiser has contracted to work on these types of surgeries. This Kaiser doctor is a former president of the American College of Foot and Ankle Surgeons, I have to believe he's the bees knees and can do my removal without much difficulty.

Emily, Alicia and others

Can it be that it is already four years past 2001 and my first set of graduating advisees from HRS are now college graduates? Oh my! So last night, two women from that group, along with one of their friendboys and Scott went out to Moki's for dinner.

Emily and Alicia

A sign that they are growing up and maturing? They were only four minutes late. So for those of you who have been waiting with anticipation, here's the moment you've been hoping would come sooner rather than later:

Scott (aka S&M) revealed