Sunday, December 07, 2025

MY BASEBALL MEMORIES

I was surfing around Baseball Reference recently and realized that you can bring up Box Scores for specific games.  With that knowledge I attempted to find every baseball game I have ever attended in person.  There is only one game I could not account for, a 1975 Yankees/ White Sox game in Chicago that Dad took me to when I was 6 years old.  What I remember about that game is that it happened at night, dad bought me a box of popcorn that was shaped like a Megaphone, and he later told me later that Rick Dempsey played for the Yankees in the game.  Also along for the trip was Dad's brother Larry, a guy named Yankee Jim, because he was a rare Yankee fan in Indiana, and a 4th guy that I cannot remember.  The game was most likely played on Friday June 6, 1975, but   Dempsey didn't do anything spectacular in the game so it's perplexing. Why would he remember that one specific player?  If that was the game why not remember Bobby Bonds 2-run homer?  The Yankees returned to Chicago the next month for a 3 game series midweek and Dempsey played all three games, but Dad wasn't likely to take time away from his business on a weekday to see baseball.  I am convinced that I will never know the answer.

Below are all the other games with my commentary:


Sunday, August 30, 1981, 1:15PM
Comiskey Park I
Attendance: 33,213, Time of Game: 2:49

http://www.baseball-reference.com/boxes/CHA/CHA198108300.shtml

This was the second MLB game I ever attended and the first one I remember as a game. Standing outside the stadium before the game I saw coach Yogi Berra being dropped off by a taxicab.  Later I saw the starting pitcher Rudy May and Willie Randolph arrive by shared cab.  I have a fuzzy picture of this taken on my little instamatic camera.  We sat near the Yankee Bullpen down the rightfield line.  The most overwhelming part of it was seeing the green grass as we walked up the stairs to our seats.  It looked better than any golf course and it made the day seem so important.  During the 1980s Old Commiskey had the bullpens in foul territory.  I saw Guidry warm up before the game and stood in line for an autograph but I wasn't as aggressive as the other kids and came away empty.  My brother got an autograph from bullpen catcher Dom Scala.  He had been a minor league catcher going no where in the Yankees organization that they had hired a few years earlier to catch in the bullpen.  If I remember Graig Nettles book correctly, Scala was hired because long since gone Cliff Johnson had refused bullpen duty when he was with the Yankees.  

This was Reggie Jackson's last year with the Yankees and he was having a lot of fun with the Chicago fans in RF.  One inning as he walked to his position, fans draped the wall with a bed sheet sign that said, "Reggie, sign with the Sox."  Reggie immediately acknowledged the fans by doing a very theatrical gesture where he spreads out his arms and shrugs his shoulders which got fan reaction.    
HOF Carlton Fisk caught the game.  Dennis Lamp pitched for the White Sox.  Dad always said that he was pure hamburger and hitters should have no trouble eating him.  I don't remember if it originated with this game.    

Reggie, Dave Winfield and Graig Nettles drove in runs and Rudy May went the distance.  Randolph didn't play.  The drive to Chicago took longer than the game.  The day before Jackson, Winfield, Nettles, and Murcer hit home runs with Tommy John on the mound.  We picked the wrong game, I think.  

Sunday, August 15, 1982,
Comiskey Park I
Attendance: 31,160, Time of Game: 3:02

                1  2  3   4  5  6   7  8  9    R  H  E
                -  -  -   -  -  -   -  -  -    -  -  -
Yankees         0  0  1   0  1  0   1  1  0    4 12  1
White Sox       0  1  0   0  0  0   1  4  X    6  8  2

http://www.baseball-reference.com/boxes/CHA/CHA198208150.shtml

If you were around Dad and Uncle Larry and they heard or read about a tough loss they would say, "The Yankees lost a heart breaker yesterday."  This game would have fit that description perfectly.  It's Sunday afternoon and again down the rightfield line, but this time further up from the playing field.  Ron Guidry is pitching for the Yankees and winning 3-1 into the 7th inning.  He allows a runner with two outs and yields to Goose Gossage and the Goose absolutely blows up.  He threw so hard and with such intensity and it looked like no way we would lose until he was rocked with the loss.  Neither of these first two games I saw at Comiskey had any home runs.   This was the only time I saw Lou Piniella play in person and he collected 2 hits and an RBI.  Greg Nettles sat against the Lefthander Britt Burns.     

Another thing I remember is a bed sheet sign that was draped over the outfield fence when Greg Luzinski came up with a runner on, "Hit it here, Bull" with a big bullseye drawn on it.  I mentioned this to Luzinski in 1989 or 1990 when Kevin and I interviewed him for Nautilus News and he remember the exact at bat.  Just kidding.  He went 2 for 4 that day. 


Sunday, April 28, 1985,
Comiskey Park I
Attendance: 27,367, Time of Game: 2:40


                1  2  3   4  5  6   7  8  9    R  H  E
                -  -  -   -  -  -   -  -  -    -  -  -
Yankees         1  0  0   0  0  0   2  0  0    3  8  0
White Sox       0  1  0   0  0  0   2  0  1    4  6  0

http://www.baseball-reference.com/boxes/CHA/CHA198504280.shtml

This was a chilly April afternoon and we sat in the Right Field stands where we got a good look at Dave Winfield all day.  This was Ozzie Guillen's rookie year and the year that Carlton Fisk was suddenly among the leaders in Home Runs.  The Yankees scored a run in the first and Fisk would hit a solo HR to leftfield in the 2nd inning and the score remained 1-1 until the 7th when the Yankees and the Sox each scored 2 runs to make it 3-3.  The Sox runs came courtesy of a 2-run homer by Oscar Gamble that landed not far from us.  Gamble had played for the Yankees in the two previous games in this post.  

Joe Cowley went the distance walking in Ozzie Guillen for the winning run in the bottom of the 9th.  Guillen walked just 12 times all year and this may have been the first time for all I know. In his whole career he walked only 239 times out 7133 plate appearances.  

This was the first time I saw Don Mattingly play in person.  It was a slow start to his MVP season that year.  He went 1-4 with a single to right field.  It was the only time I saw Rickey Henderson and Ken Griffey Sr. play in person.  Rich Dotson started for the Sox, but Britt Burns won in relief.  

It turned out that this was a very significant game.  The loss made the Yankees 6-10. By the time we returned to the parking lot, it was being reported on the radio that Yogi Berra had been fired by the Yankees and Billy Martin was the new manager.  So in essence we saw Yogi's last game as manager and the last time he talked to Steinbrenner until 1999.  I would never actually attend a game managed by Billy Martin except for the game in 1975 that I have no memory of. 

An insignificant curiosity is that we ran into my dad's brother and our cousins at a rest area on the way home.  They went to the game too, but our dads didn't even tell one another.  Further, this would be the last game I went to for 6 years because my parents moved to the Panhandle of Florida in 1986.  Baseball would from that point be 5 hours away.  

Sunday, May 19, 1991
Atlanta-Fulton County Stadium
Attendance: 27,164, Time of Game: 3:00


                1  2  3   4  5  6   7  8  9    R  H  E
                -  -  -   -  -  -   -  -  -    -  -  -
Pirates         0  0  0   0  0  1   0  0  0    1  7  2
Braves          2  2  0   1  0  0   2  0  X    7 12  2
http://www.baseball-reference.com/boxes/ATL/ATL199105190.shtml

We bought these tickets in early April when it was expected that the Braves would be weak and we found ourselves sitting 13 rows behind home plate in a crowded stadium.  We drove Steve Saunders parent's converted van from Bonifay to Atlanta on back roads.  I did most of the driving.  Also attending were Kevin Seeger, Steve Whitaker, and Bert Gordon.  We drove up on Saturday deciding to buy tickets for that night's game and could do no better than $4 seats in the upper deck.  All we got was rain that night as we sat there for hours before it was cancelled.  It seems like we played poker that night in the hotel room.  

The next afternoon, Tom Glavine beat Zane Smith pretty easily in what was to become his first Cy Young Award winning season.  Barry Bonds sat against the tough lefthander only to pinch hit later and, you guessed it, walk against Juan Berenguer.  I still have the VHS tape of us on TBS standing for the final out.  You can see Steve Whitaker clapping.  What's funny is that two cameras from opposite sides are both shooting us and one shot pulls out and dissolves into the other one.  Originally we would have seen Glavine on Saturday and Smoltz on Sunday.  It turned out that we were seeing both NL playoff teams in this contest.  Not only was it my first time at Atlanta Fulton County Stadium, it the first time I tried boiled peanuts, a southern delight.  I doubt I would have done so had it not been for Steve Saunders.

I remember most everyone falling asleep on the way back.  

Tuesday, August 11, 1992
Atlanta-Fulton County Stadium
Attendance: 43,927, Time of Game: 2:32


                1  2  3   4  5  6   7  8  9    R  H  E
                -  -  -   -  -  -   -  -  -    -  -  -
Padres          2  0  4   0  1  0   1  0  0    8 12  1
Braves          1  0  1   0  0  0   0  0  2    4  8  0
http://www.baseball-reference.com/boxes/ATL/ATL199208110.shtml

Look at the lineup fielded by the Padres, Gary Sheffield, Benito Santiago, Fred McGriff, Tony Fernandez and the great Tony Gwynn. Gwynn collected three hits, all singles spread to each of the three outfield spots. We sat higher up where I really appreciated the smooth infield play. Deion Sanders pinch hit. McGriff and Sheffield hit a home run and Bruce Hurst beat John Smoltz. and the other Maddux saved the game for San Diego in one of those old fashioned 9 out relief appearances. 


Thursday, July 15, 1993, 7:41
Atlanta-Fulton County Stadium
Attendance: 49,046, Time of Game: 2:30


                1  2  3   4  5  6   7  8  9    R  H  E
                -  -  -   -  -  -   -  -  -    -  -  -
Pirates         0  0  0   0  0  0   0  0  0    0  6  1
Braves          1  0  0   0  0  1   0  2  X    4  6  0
http://www.baseball-reference.com/boxes/ATL/ATL199307150.shtml

I have little memory of this game other than sitting in the outfield upper deck in a packed house.  Although Bonds had left Pittsburgh, the rivalry between these two teams in the playoffs resulted in 49,000 fans packing us in.  This is the farthest I can ever remember sitting away from home plate.  The bleachers in Yankee Stadium seemed closer.  



Wednesday, September 1, 1993, 1:23
Wrigley Field
Attendance: 23,519, Time of Game: 2:25


                1  2  3   4  5  6   7  8  9    R  H  E
                -  -  -   -  -  -   -  -  -    -  -  -
Phillies        0  0  0   0  0  0   2  0  2    4  8  1
Cubs            0  0  0   1  0  0   0  0  0    1  6  1
http://www.baseball-reference.com/boxes/CHN/CHN199309010.shtml

I decided to fly up to Chicago to see Steve Saunders during his graduate school days.  We didn't do much that week except for play video games like Shadow President and Pirates and then see baseball games.  This game marked the first time I set foot in Wrigley Field.  We arrived from the north by L-Train and it was like going back to the 1930s.  Everything seemed period around the stadium.  Jim Lefebvre was managing the Cubs and I had just read that he had a cameo as a headhunter in a Gilligan's Island episode during his days playing for the Dodgers.  Terry Mullholland threw a complete game win.  This was the year that they would lose to Toronto in the World Series due to ex-Cub Joe Carter's walk-off home run.  



Sunday, September 5, 1993, 1:20
Wrigley Field
Attendance: 38,691, Time of Game: 2:14

                1  2  3   4  5  6   7  8  9    R  H  E
                -  -  -   -  -  -   -  -  -    -  -  -
Mets            0  0  0   0  0  0   0  1  0    1  3  0
Cubs            0  0  0   0  0  0   0  0  2    2  7  0
http://www.baseball-reference.com/boxes/CHN/CHN199309050.shtml

This was the first time the world of Steve Saunders and Scott Johnson collided. Scott drove over from Elkhart to watch this pitcher's duel ended by Glennallen Hill's pinch hit walk-off home run in the 9th inning.  Anthony Young threw 8 shutout innings for the Mets and it looked like Mike Morgan's 2-hit effort was not going to be rewarded before Hill took John Franco to deep left field.  I recorded the moment on my Hi 8 video camera.  I also recorded a few moments where I connected my Walkman headphones to the camera so that you could hear Harry Carry call the game.  

We bought some lousy tickets but moved to seats near first base.  It was a fun game and the first time I had seen Scott in 4 years.  It was the only time I would see HOF Eddie Murray.


Monday, September 6, 1993, 7:06
Comiskey Park II
Attendance: 40,475, Time of Game: 3:03


                1  2  3   4  5  6   7  8  9    R  H  E
                -  -  -   -  -  -   -  -  -    -  -  -
Red Sox         0  1  0   0  0  0   1  0  1    3 10  1
White Sox       0  0  0   1  0  0   0  0  0    1  6  1
http://www.baseball-reference.com/boxes/CHA/CHA199309060.shtml


The new Commiskey Park was built in the old parking lot. The only thing around to commemorate the old park was the location of home plate.  Here is the picture of the two parks next to one another before the old park was torn down. 




The White Sox were having a decent season and the game was well attended.  We sat in the upper deck along the right field line.  George Bell was booted for charging the mound against Aaron Sele.  Jack McDowell pitched for the White Sox.  I remember the L-train broke down on the way to the game and we had to hail a cab.  A homeless guy approach Steve for a handout and he reached in his pocket and came out with $10 in loose change to which the homeless guy could not believe his luck.  Are you sure?, he asked.  It says the start time weather was 66, but as soon as the sun went down I remember that it got real cold.  

If you are interested in all of the reasons the old park was better than the new park you can read about it here:

http://flyingsock.com/OldComiskey/Progress.htm

Video of George Bell charging the mound:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Sw_YlPTsFqY

Wednesday, May 25, 1994, 7:40
Atlanta-Fulton County Stadium
Attendance: 40,747, Time of Game: 4:25


                1  2  3   4  5  6   7  8  9  10 11 12  13    R  H  E
                -  -  -   -  -  -   -  -  -   -  -  -   -    -  -  -
Astros          0  0  0   3  0  0   0  2  0   0  0  0   0    5 13  2
Braves          2  0  0   2  0  0   1  0  0   0  0  0   1    6 12  2
http://www.baseball-reference.com/boxes/ATL/ATL199405250.shtml

This was an extra inning game started by HOF pitcher John Smoltz and the late Darryl Kile.  Kevin had Smoltz in our Fantasy keeper league and I owned Kile.  HOF 2B Craig Biggio only pinch hit.  The biggest highlight of the contest was Sid Bream's first game back in Atlanta after leaving for the Astros.  When he came to bat as a pinch hitter the crowd roared louder than anything I can ever remember.  I remember it being louder than David Cone's perfect game, although I distrust that memory.  Looking at the boxscore it was a thrilling game too with the Astros tying it in the 8th and the Braves winning it in the bottom of the 13th.  

Wednesday, July 5, 1995, 7:22
 Comiskey Park II
Attendance: 42,961, Time of Game: 3:00


                1  2  3   4  5  6   7  8  9    R  H  E
                -  -  -   -  -  -   -  -  -    -  -  -
Yankees         0  1  1   0  2  0   0  1  0    5  7  0
White Sox       5  0  0   4  0  2   0  0  X   11 14  0
http://www.baseball-reference.com/boxes/CHA/CHA199507050.shtml

I decided to take a few weeks during the summer and visit pals Steve Saunders and Scott Johnson.  The schedule worked out nicely with the Yankees coming to Chicago.  It was my first Yankee game in 10 years.   I saw Richard Nixon in an interview who said that the most American thing to do was go to the ballpark on July 4.  This was the closest I have ever came.  I remember seeing Nixon in the Steinbrenner box on TV on July 4, 1983 when Dave Righetti threw his no hitter.  We picked up the feed on our satellite dish.  I have a VHS tape of the last few innings.

In this game, Jerry Mathers and Ken Osmond from LEAVE IT TO BEAVER threw out the ceremonial first pitch.  It was also the first time I had ever seen Andy Pettite.  I didn't know who he was, but he impressed me during pre-game warm-ups.  There was a group of kids waiting for autographs and he walked over to them and said that he had to finish throwing, but if they waited he would return and sign something for ever single one of them.  I didn't see another player sign autographs all day.  

The Yankees had had the best record in baseball in 1994, but the strike cancelled the World series.  Although the Yankees would make the playoffs in 1995, they weren't playing great yet.  The White Sox had a decent lineup with Big Hurt, Robin, and John Kruk in the middle of the order.  Ron Karkovice was the catcher.  I would see him again in 2003 when I caught him eating wings in his short-lived restaurant, Ronnie's Big League Deli, in Orlando.  

The oddity of all oddities is that Mariano Rivera started the night before and was the winning pitcher for the Yankees.  This was 1 of only 10 starts he made in the majors. He allowed just 2 hits over 8 innings.  John Wetteland got the save.  This was the wrong day to come to the ballpark.  They got stomped.

Friday, July 7, 1995, 7:05
Tiger Stadium
Attendance: 19,968, Time of Game: 2:32

                1  2  3   4  5  6   7  8  9    R  H  E
                -  -  -   -  -  -   -  -  -    -  -  -
Royals          0  0  0   0  1  0   0  0  0    1  7  0
Tigers          1  0  0   2  0  0   0  0  X    3  3  0

http://www.baseball-reference.com/boxes/DET/DET199507070.shtml

Three days later in Detroit with Scott Johnson and Brian Fergison.  This was a compromise game because we couldn't get tickets to see Randy Johnson pitch against the tribe in Cleveland.  David Wells versus Kevin Appier was either pitching dominance or the result of two lousy lineups.  Both went the distance.  Alan Trammel and Kirk Gibson were still playing for Detroit, Vince Coleman for the Royals.  Both teams had Pensacola boys in the lineup.  Travis Fryman for Detroit and Phil Hyatt for Kansas City.  



The most memorable part was the stadium itself which was tiny.  There wasn't even much room between the gate and the field.  It looked like the concession areas were forced into closets like the little store in elementary school that sold pencils and erasers.  I heard Mickey Mantle once say that he hit 3 homers into the centerfield upper deck during a game in Detroit and I can see why.  I don't know how Jack Morris survived a decade here.  Although it was small, the 19,000 fans did not seem like a crowd either. That must have been paid attendance.  Nothing like 19,000 people were there. You can see all the empty seats behind us in the this photo.  


After the game we drove to Windsor, Canada and played a little in their overly crowded casino.  The next morning we found a mall in the same city and I bought an authentic Yankees jersey for $25(U.S) taking advantage of the foreign exchange rate.

Sunday, April 20, 1997
Start Time: 1:05 p.m. ET
Attendance: 23,601
Venue: Comiskey Park II
Game Duration: 4:20

Of all the gracious and thoughtful things attributed to Scott Johnson few will top his decision to get married the same weekend the Yankees were playing in Chicago.  It was a beautiful wedding and although Scott skipped the ballgame in favor of the honeymoon, Brother John and Steve Whitaker were in tow for this afternoon game. 

It was cold.  We were all in jackets.  This Florida boy quickly remembered why he left in the first place.  David Wells got knocked around to 5-0 deficit.  Then the Yankees scored 7 runs in the middle innings to go ahead.   

If you look at the game durations on the other posts you can see that I was not expecting a 4+ hour game.  I was expecting the game to be over by 4pm and traffic to O'Hare on Sunday afternoon should be no problem for a 6:30 flight.  We had ditch in the 10th inning and listen to them lose on the radio.  The good news is that we were very vocal for the Yankees.  I'm glad the local fans weren't able to push it back in our faces.  Also, it was bat day and I had to surrender my bat at airport security.  Considering all the planes hijacked with cheap fan promotion bats Security was on top of it. 

The Yankees fielded 3 HOF players, Tim Raines, Wade Boggs, and Derek Jeter.  They went a collective 3-15.   White Sox:  Frank Thomas 2-5.

Sunday, June 21, 1998, 1:35
Tropicana Field
Attendance: 40,348, Time of Game: 2:35


                1  2  3   4  5  6   7  8  9    R  H  E
                -  -  -   -  -  -   -  -  -    -  -  -
Red Sox         0  2  1   0  0  0   0  0  0    3 11  0
Devil Rays      0  0  0   0  1  0   0  0  0    1  2  0
http://www.baseball-reference.com/boxes/TBA/TBA199806210.shtml

This was a simple Sunday and I suddenly had a baseball team within driving distance and it was a chance to see Pedro Martinez pitch in person.  Although it was crowded, tickets weren't hard to come by.  We sat on the third base side down the line.  Pedro allowed one hit through 8 innings and the game was over before the hot dogs got cold.  



Saturday, July 11, 1998, 6:34
, Tropicana Field
Attendance: 44,589, Time of Game: 2:37

                1  2  3   4  5  6   7  8  9    R  H  E
                -  -  -   -  -  -   -  -  -    -  -  -
Yankees         1  0  0   0  0  0   1  0  0    2  8  0
Devil Rays      0  0  0   0  0  0   0  0  0    0  5  0
http://www.baseball-reference.com/boxes/TBA/TBA199807110.shtml

Steve Saunders got a group rate on tickets and many people from his workplace and mine came together.  Sean Thoennes was board and Kevin Seeger was there too if memory serves.  We sat in Right Field, but arrived early to walk around the park.  The biggest memory of this game was watching Darryl Strawberry take batting practice.  The poor guy was an absolute mess as a human being and Steinbrenner kept giving him chances because he never lost his power.  He hit several BP home runs to center field even hitting the restaurant.  At least two of them went 450 feet.  He was so skinny and he didn't seem to swing hard but the ball just flew off his bat. With self-restraint he should have been a Hall of Famer.  

This was the year the Yankees won 114 so their 2-0 win over Tampa was no surprise.  Ex-Yankee Wade Boggs was perfect on the day 1-1 with 3 BB.  Otherwise David Cone absolutely dominated them going 8 innings and Mariano Rivera came on in the 9th, allowed two runners and then logged the save.    

This was the third team I saw Fred McGriff play for.  Padres in 1992.  Braves in 1994. Rays in 1998.  John Flaherty caught for the Rays.  I would interview in spring training him when he played for the Yankees in 2004.  

Sunday, July 12, 1998, 1:36
Tropicana Field
Attendance: 43,373, Time of Game: 3:26


                1  2  3   4  5  6   7  8  9    R  H  E
                -  -  -   -  -  -   -  -  -    -  -  -
Yankees         0  1  1   0  0  0   0  0  7    9 11  0
Devil Rays      0  0  0   0  1  1   0  0  0    2  6  0
http://www.baseball-reference.com/boxes/TBA/TBA199807120.shtml

This was the very next afternoon, but I don't remember much about the game even though it was the Yankees 10th straight win.  David Wells started but Mike Stanton won in relief.  Derek Jeter had two hits.  This game was actually tied 2-2 into the 9th inning when the Yankees lit up Ray's closer Roberto Hernandez for 5 runs and then tacked on two more.  I wish I had taped this one.  It looks like a fun one.  


Saturday, August 29, 1998, 1:17
Yankee Stadium II
Attendance: 55,146, Time of Game: 3:26


                1  2  3   4  5  6   7  8  9    R  H  E
                -  -  -   -  -  -   -  -  -    -  -  -
Mariners        0  0  0   0  0  1   5  0  0    6 11  1
Yankees         1  5  1   4  0  0   0  0  X   11 19  3
http://www.baseball-reference.com/boxes/NYA/NYA199808290.shtml

Less than two months later I'm at old Yankee Stadium for the first time ever and sitting in the bleachers.  I am so lucky to be a Yankee fan on this day because the experience would not have been pleasant otherwise.  It is the ugliest crowd of people I have ever sat with.  There is a reason the bleachers have their own separate entrance.  I didn't learn this until I tried to enter at another gate and was turned away.  I feel bad for people who brought their kids.  The guys are shouting terrible profanities and giving Ken Griffey Jr. the bird every time turns toward them.  I mean 100 guys standing up all around the bleachers making the gesture and screaming at Griffey.  Leading up to the series Griffey had complained to the media that he didn't like the Yankees because Billy Martin was mean to him when he visited the clubhouse as a kid.  
This is the first time I saw either Alex Rodriguez or Ken Griffey Jr play in person and they both hit homers.  The Rodriguez blast went into Left Field near a bunch of cheering fans who held up a Puerto Rican flag when he stepped to the plate. I don't think he is Puerto Rican.  The fans over there were much tamer than the crowd I sat with.  ARod was a 40/40 man that year and lead the league in hits and he finished 9th in the MVP vote.  I guess that might make someone want to try steroids.  Griffey hit 56 home runs this season and finished second in the balloting.  This is also the first time I saw Mariners Manager, Lou Piniella, since he played for the Yankees back in 1982.  

Andy Pettite started and won despite giving up 5 runs.  Strawberry and Jeter homered for the Yankees.  Tino Martinez was the only hitless Yankee.  Joe Girardi caught.  O'Neill had 3 hits but didn't manage to score or drive anyone in.  
Sunday, August 30, 1998, 1:37
, Yankee Stadium II
Attendance: 55,341, Time of Game: 3:15

http://www.baseball-reference.com/boxes/NYA/NYA199808300.shtml

The next afternoon things didn't go so well from the Yankees despite homers from Strawberry and Posada.  The Mariners pounded Hideki Irabu, the Yankees response to the Dodgers Hideo Nomo.  Billy Swift picked up the victory behind two more Griffey home runs.  The bleacher bums were no deterrent.   Chad Curtis made a great play in Left Field saving a homer although he couldn't hang onto the ball.  We sat in the upper deck down the right field line.  We had a bit of a blind spot in the right field corner if I remember.  The best part of the day was getting to visit Monument Park for the first time.  Bleacher Bums are not allowed.  To see the monuments of Ruth and Gehrig was an experience unto itself and worth separate admission.    


Thursday, July 15, 1999, 7:35PM
, Yankee Stadium II
Attendance: 49,087, Time of Game: 3:14

http://www.baseball-reference.com/boxes/NYA/NYA199907150.shtml

We came into town that morning for a long weekend driven by the fact I bought tickets in January to see Yogi Berra day that Sunday.  On a lark we bought tickets to see the Yankees play the Braves that evening.  It was the only night game I ever saw at the old Yankee Stadium.  Tom Glavine started for the Braves and he beat us 6-2.  It was a very typical Glavine performance where he would get into a bit of trouble and then brilliantly work his way out of it.  This was the first Inter-League game I had ever seen and it just happened to be the Braves and Glavine.  Future Manager, Walt Weiss, played short and led off for the Braves.

This was also the first time I ever saw Roger Clemens pitch and like all of the other times paid to see Roger he didn't dominate.  All of the usual Yankees were in the lineup.  John Rocker pitched the 9th for the Braves.  I would see Rocker again in 2003 playing Double A ball and he brushed past me as I was talking to pitching coach, Dick Bosman.  Rocker had a bad experience with the media and he certainly wasn't going to give me a chance to speak to him.  

Oddly enough this game was also the last public appearance of JFK Jr.  Someone snapped a photograph of him sitting in the first row of this game.  He would crash his plane the following night and the New York Post would run the photo on Sunday.  


Sunday, July 18, 1999, 1:35PM
, Yankee Stadium II
Attendance: 41,930, Time of Game: 2:16

http://www.baseball-reference.com/boxes/NYA/NYA199907180.shtml

These are tickets I bought in January when I saw that Yogi Berra was returning to Yankee Stadium for the first time since 1995 and he was going to be given a day in his honor.  By now Mantle and DiMaggio and Martin are all dead, but Whitey Ford attends as does Don Larsen, Yogi's battery mate from the 1956 perfect game.  Despite buying tickets 8 months earlier I could do no better than upper deck behind home plate.  We were probably only 5 rows from the very top.  The good news was that we were well protected from the rain that drizzled.  I think there was a short rain delay, but I can't confirm it.  The rain or threat of rain is why the attendance was only 41,000.  This game sold a lot more tickets.  

If the day couldn't be more magical, David Cone hauls off and throws a perfect game against the Montreal Expos striking out 10.  This had happened 20 times in all of baseball history and seeing it in person was breath taking.  Derek Jeter hit a home run.  I listened to the radio announcers during the contest which is always a bit surreal.  It feels like 360 Degree television. 

This would be the last time I visited the old Yankee Stadium.  I seriously considered never attending another baseball game because nothing could top this experience and I didn't want new memories to crowd out the thrill of this one. 


Thursday, October 4, 2001, 7:16PM
, Tropicana Field
Attendance: 15,265, Time of Game: 2:35

http://www.baseball-reference.com/boxes/TBA/TBA200110040.shtml

My sabbatical from baseball may have lasted longer had it not been for 9-11 and an urge to see some baseball.  This was a regular season game that was pushed back because of the stoppage due to the attack.  The Yankees weren't playing good baseball.  Dad and I bought tickets from a scalper for less than face value and sat 10 or so rows behind third base.  Great seats, but a dismal effort from the Yankees who lost 4-1.  I hardly remember either of the starting pitchers.  Adrian Hernandez and Nick Bierbrodt.

Side Note:  This was the first time I saw someone play after having interviewed them in the minor leagues.  I interviewed Ray's catcher, Toby Hall, when he was in Double A in 1998.  He told me the best advice his agent ever gave him was not to get hurt.  He went 1-4 with a double.  

Friday, October 5, 2001, 7:16PM
, Tropicana Field
Attendance: 22,028, Time of Game: 2:59

http://www.baseball-reference.com/boxes/TBA/TBA200110050.shtml

Not happy at the loss we decided to return the next night and see Roger Clemens 20-2 beat up on the Rays.  The opposite happened.  Despite staking Clemens to a 3-0 lead, Clemens gave up 4 runs in the second inning and it never got any better. The only bright spot was seeing Bernie Williams hit two home runs.  We skipped the rest of the series.  It was amazing that the Yankees made it to the World Series after seeing this display.

These were the days that the Rays were pretty awful and tickets we easy to get even with the Yankees in town and before Roger Clemens was tainted.  I would never bother to go to the box office because someone was always selling tickets for less than face value outside.  This time a cop saw me try to buy tickets from another fan and told me that I needed to go to the box office to buy tickets.  yeah yeah. I walked around to the other side of the stadium and bought them from someone else.  


Sunday, June 8, 2003, 7:05PM
, Wrigley Field
Attendance: 39,341, Time of Game: 3:17

http://www.baseball-reference.com/boxes/CHN/CHN200306080.shtml

Steve Whitaker had come down to Florida during the winter and I had mentioned that the Yankees were going to play the Cubs for the first time since the 1938 World Series.  Steve knew of the game and he also knew his boss has access to great tickets.  He called me in May and invited me along to the game with his wife and business client.  Old Style beer.  I remember we walked the magnificent mile and ate at California Pizza Kitchen and took the L-train to the game.  It was crazy outside the park. The seats were better than words can describe.  We were behind the backstop net in the second row.  Ernie Banks sat down behind us.  That story can be found here.

Andy Pettite was roughed up for 6 runs and out of the game before the 3rd inning.  Mark Prior handled the Yankees through 6 innings striking out 10 on the way to his 3rd place finish in the Cy Young race.  The bullpen started to let the Cubs down as they allowed 2 Yankee runs in the 8th and 2 more in the 9th before pinch runner Charles Gipson was picked off first base by Joe Borrowski to end the game.  (You had one job!)  Borrowski had allowed 3 base runners in the inning and that scrub mistake cost us a glorious comeback.

I have not been back to Chicago since.  


Wednesday, October 22, 2003,
, Pro Player Stadium
Attendance: 65,934, Time of Game: 4:03

http://www.baseball-reference.com/boxes/FLO/FLO200310220.shtml

Steve Bartman is famous enough to have a documentary made about him.  In Chicago, he is the reason the Cubs missed the World Series.  This is despite the fact that it was just one play and the Cubs made so many other donkey plays that it is unfair to blame a fan legally touching a ball that was not in play.  But if we say that Bartman is the sole goat then Bartman will be hero to me forever.  Because without Bartman I would never have had the opportunity to take my dad to see the Yankees in a World Series game.  My dad had just turned 60 years old the month before and would live just 5 years longer.  There were a lot of reasons not to go.  The tickets were $200 a piece and although a bargain by today's standards, it seemed like a lot of money.  When I weighed the pros and cons I realized that I would likely never get an opportunity to see the Yankees in the World Series again.  And never again would I be able to go with Dad who would not travel by plane to see a baseball game.  The big trick here is that I didn't ask him if he wanted to go.  He would have said not to waste the money.  I bought the tickets and surprised him.  But he surprised me.  Instead of worrying about the cost he was immediately thrilled and mom said he told all of his barber shop customers that he was going to the game with me.  It was the last World Series the Yankees would appear in during his lifetime.  

For as dramatic as the series between the Cubs and Marlins was, the Yankees had just as much suspense.  It took 7 games for the Yankees to beat the Red Sox and that was after Aaron Boone homered in extra innings.  

I chose to buy tickets to game 4 because I didn't want to take a chance on a sweep and miss out on a ticket for Game 5.  Game 3 was also tempting, but then I read that Roger Clemens was slated to go in Game 4 and it was likely the last game he would ever pitch before he retired.  (Ha Ha).

Rookie Miguel Cabrera hit a 2-run homer in the first and the Yankees trailed 3-1 going into the 9th.  With two outs and two on, pinch hitter Ruben Sierra hit a triple to tie the game 3-3.  There were a lot of Yankee that came to life at that moment.  The play made up for all the Ruben Sierra rookie cards I had bought in 1989 that were now worthless.  I may have never seen dad cheer so much at a game.  

Because Mariano Rivera had thrown a 2 inning save the day before, I can see where Torre was hesitant to use him, but after blank innings from Nelson and Contreras, Jeff Weaver blew the game in the bottom of the 12th.  Looking back I should have chosen Mike Mussina's gem against Josh Beckett in Game 3 where Aaron Boone and Bernie Williams hit homers.  But this time winning was a lot less important than spending the evening with Dad at baseball's biggest event.


Friday, August 1, 2008, 7:37PM
, Nationals Park
Attendance: 30,572, Time of Game: 2:26

http://www.baseball-reference.com/boxes/WAS/WAS200808010.shtml

This is the only baseball game I have attended with Trish.  We arrived by subway, bought food, and then let the sun beat us down for a good while before darkness began.  

Neither of these teams were very good, although the Reds had some talent with Jay Bruce, Edwin Encarnacion, and Adam Dunn.  The Nationals lineup was a group of outcasts.  But still the Nationals won 5-2 sending the Red's touted phenom, Homer Bailey, to 0-5 for the year. Jay Bruce hit a homer in the 9th.  It was a fast game at 2 hours and 26 minutes.  I thought it was a nice ballpark,  the first new breed ballpark I set foot in.

We sat in Left Field 2 rows behind the fence and we had a good look at Adam Dunn all night.  We were quick to exit the ballpark and get back into the metro, but the train just sat there for 20 minutes and allowed a bigger and bigger crowd to make the ride back a chore. 


Friday, June 15, 2012, 7:07PM
, Angel Stadium of Anaheim
Attendance: 37,096, Time of Game: 2:34

http://www.baseball-reference.com/boxes/ANA/ANA201206150.shtml

I wasn't following baseball like I had in years past, but we were in town to work the press event at Disneyland and a few of us decided see the Angels down the street.  Trevor Cahill won the game 5-0 for the Diamonbacks allowing just 3 hits and 2 walks in 7 innings.  The boxscore only hinted at how much trouble he was really in. Only 58 of his 104 pitches were strikes.  The Angels just had no patience at the plate.  Trumbo, Pujols, and Trout were 0-12.  It was a microcosm of how disappointing their entire season was.  

I went to the game with Rob Matheison, a longtime Angels fan that grew up in California, and James Maness who once saw Nolan Ryan throw a 1-hitter in that very park.  We sat in the upper deck more or less behind the plate leaning to the first base side. 


Thursday, May 22, 2014, 4:10 pm
, Tropicana Field
Attendance: 11,257, Time of Game: 3:45

http://www.baseball-reference.com/boxes/TBA/TBA201405220.shtml

This was the first game I attended by myself.  It was a rare late afternoon game that made getting through the Tampa traffic easy so I took the day off, bought a half price ticket on Ebay, and drove over.  The ticket had a face value of $55 and it cost me around $25.  It put me a dozen rows behind the expensive home plate seats.  Many people in my section arrived late and left early as they were probably using someone's season tickets.  The ushers were nice.  The guy in my row was retired and we chatted about baseball pre-game.  

Alex Cobb and Sonny Gray dueled all afternoon and it would have been a relatively quick game had it not gone extra innings.  The A's scored a run in the top of the 11th and were poised to win it before Luke Gregerson allowed a walkoff 3-run homer to Sean Rodriguez to end the game.  I spent the rest of the night at Derby Lane playing $2-5 NL.   


Sunday, August 24, 2014, 1:35 pm
, Nationals Park
Attendance: 35,476, Time of Game: 3:46

http://www.baseball-reference.com/boxes/WAS/WAS201408240.shtml

Steve Saunders and I flew up to DC for the weekend to see Kevin Seeger.  We had talked all week of the possibility to seeing a game, but Saturday looked like rain and we chose a quiet afternoon at Kevin's apartment watching baseball on TV.  Steve and I were set to return to Orlando on Sunday night with a whole day of seeing the city with Kevin working.  We searched for a breakfast place, but Sunday in DC is pretty quiet.  We settled for Elephant and Castle although they only served lunch.  I will remember it as my first experience with Yorkshire Pudding.  Why have I never ordered this before?  After enjoying the pub we walk down by the developing waterfront.  There was a lot of construction on the wharf, but signs of promising shopping and dining in the years ahead.  From there we walked to the stadium and decided to see this ballgame.  The nice lady at the ticket counter sold us cheap upper deck tickets in section 407.  They were perfectly shaded all game long with a great view of the jumbo screen for $22.    

Steven Strasburg and Ryan Vogelsong were the pitchers. Strasburg didn't have it.  He allowed runs in each of the first 3 innings and was down 5-0 before the start of the 4th inning.  It took the Nats until the 4th to figure Vogelsong out, but he left the game as the pitcher of record with a 6-3 lead in the 6th inning.  Not a single SF reliever came and went without surrendering at least one run and the Nats bullpen was lights out from that point on.  Late in the game Bryce Harper hit a 2-run homer off the right field foul pole.  I can't remember ever seeing another foul pole homer in person.

The game was televised on TBS and I told Trish via text.  She said the kids spent and inning trying to see us and then gave up.  These teams would be a playoff matchup on the way to the Giants winning the World Series.  

We took the Metro back to Foggy Bottom. 

Monday, June 15, 2015
Start Time: 7:11 p.m. Local
Attendance: 33,961
Venue: Marlins Park
Game Duration: 2:41

http://www.baseball-reference.com/boxes/MIA/MIA201506150.shtml

This was my first trip to the Marlins new ballpark with retractable roof and it was quite an upgrade from the football stadium where they had been playing.  I splurged for a ticket behind home plate because I wanted to see what Tanaka looked like on the mound.  He pitched good enough to win but the team didn't hit good enough to win.  The difference in the game was a long home run down the right field line by role player, Derek Deitrich.

The stadium sits on the land that was once home to the Orange Bowl.  I was solo for the trip and drove directly to Hialeah after the game to lose at $2-5 NL.  All in all it was a losing night, but the ballpark was nice. 

HOF:  Ichiro playing for the Marlins is a 1st Ballot Hall of Famer.  Stanton could possibly reach 500 homers.  ARod pinch hit and his once assured HOF career was derailed from the needle. 


Tuesday, April 5, 2016
Start Time: 7:10 p.m. ET
Attendance: 12,757
Venue: Tropicana Field
Game Duration: 3:07

http://www.baseball-reference.com/boxes/TBA/TBA201604050.shtml

Steve Whitaker and family were in Clearwater for the week so I met them for this weeknight game.  This was the 4th MLB ballpark that I have seen baseball with Steve Whitaker.  Commiskey, Wrigley, Atlanta Fulton County being the others. 

It was the 3rd game of the season and the pitchers ahead of the hitters cliché seemed true enough.  Despite the Blue Jays high powered offense the offense was slight.  We enjoyed the beer and conversation while grown men played baseball on plastic. 

The game had the craziest of endings.  The Rays are leading by 1 run going into the top of the top of the 9th.  The Blue Jays manage to load the bases with one out.  Edwin Encarnacion at the plate.  Encarnacion hits a grounder to Longoria at 3B who tosses to Logan Forsythe at second for the first out.  Joey Batista comes in hard to second base and Forsythe's throw is wild and out of reach of the first baseman.  Two runs score and the Blue Jays take the lead.  Rays manager, Kevin Cash, challenges the play at second base.  New York decides that Batista interfered with Forsythe and the 2 runs come off the board and the interference becomes the 3rd out of the inning and the end of the game. 

What's great about baseball is that you constantly see things you have never seen and this was certainly an example. 

Looking through the lineups of both teams I don't think anyone in this lineup will make the HOF.

Sunday, May 22, 2016
Start Time: 4:40 p.m. ET
Attendance: 43,100
Venue: PetCo Park
Game Duration: 5:47

http://www.baseball-reference.com/boxes/SDN/SDN201605220.shtml

I was in California to work the Disneyland Press Event and had this Sunday off so I headed down to San Diego to see if their ballpark was as nice as they say.  It was.  A great ballpark.  There was a nice tribute outside to Jerry Coleman, former Yankee and longtime Padres announcer.  The poor people of San Diego deserve a better team to go with this great facility. 

Randy Jones the ex-hurler has a BBQ kiosk and it was terrible.  Everything else about the park was great.  The Padres couldn't hit a lick and then blew a 5-4 lead in the 9th.  I was there solo and the people near me were season ticket holders that knew each other, but they weren't ardent baseball fans.  I asked the guy to my right what about the park made it such a pitcher's paradise and he said that he didn't know the park favored pitchers.  I would have sent him here if I could.

The game went 17 innings, but by that time I was watching it from a TV screen up the road at Oceans 11 Casino.  I won enough money to pay for the day. 

 
Sunday, June 23, 2019
Start Time: 2:08 p.m. Local
Attendance: 46,769
Venue: Yankee Stadium III
Game Duration: 2:48
Day Game, on grass
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WP: Justin Verlander (10-3) • LP: J.A. Happ (7-4)

My first, and so far, only game in the new Yankee Stadium built adjacent to the old park.  The Yankees won the series 3-1 and yet I saw the only game they lost.  It was old timers day and we got expensive seats in the upper deck along the rightfield line.  The walk up the ramp took eons and I think I registered 20,000 steps on the day.  The whole way we could hear John Sterling announce the old timers.  Don Larsen in a wheel chair.  Whitey Ford unable to attend.  Both would pass away before the next season.  The old timer's game itself was fun with Ron Guidry starting at age 70 odd and Mariano Rivera winning the game by hitting an inside the park home run.  The outfielders didn't have the wheels of their youth while Mo looked like he could still play.  

I chose this day as the first time my girls would attend an MLB game.  They enjoyed the spectacle of it but they had no idea what was going on.  We indulged them in snacks and I got a great picture of my youngest in her Yankees shirt with the field in the background.  

The Yankees sent J.A. Happ to the mound against future HOFer Jason Verlander.  It was great to have seen Verlander once in my tenure but it would have been nicer to see him get shelled like Happ.  Future HOF Jose Altuve his a homer as did potential HOF Yordan Alvarez in his impressive ROY season.  DJ LeMahieu had half of the Yankees 6 hits and missed the cycle by not getting the double.  

 
Monday, June 20, 2022
Start Time: 7:10 p.m. Local
Attendance: 16,504
Venue: Tropicana Field
Game Duration: 3:12
Night Game, on artificial turf
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WP: Wandy Peralta (2-1) • LP: Jason Adam (0-2)

Joining Mr. Whitaker again to see the Yankees.  They dominated this game until the Rays tied it in the 8th inning.  They only had 3 hits in the whole game.  The Yankees won it in the 9th.  Interesting tidbit is their SS Vidal Brujan was moved to right field late in the game when their RF Manuel Margot was injured.  I had never seen that substitution before.  Anthony Rizzo hit the game's only HR.  The bullpen blew it for Gerrit Cole who had a no hitter into the 8th inning.  Aaron Judge fanned twice in a hitless night.

To Be Continued. . .

Friday, November 21, 2025

Broadway Melody of 1936 (1936)

Broadway Melody of 1936 (1936) – Robert Taylor is a Broadway impresario. The leading lady is the dancer, Eleanor Powell who is both fetching and competent. Taylor and Powell grew up together in Albany and he thinks too much of the kid to allow her to get in the showbiz what with the decadence, worrying she will become a wanton woman. So Powell impersonates a French dancer so that she can get an audition. Alright silly and yet miles above what passes for comedy today like Duane Johnson's shifting eyebrow.

The top billed star is Jack Benny as a gossip columnist in the mode of Walter Winchell. Benny rarely leaves his office in the picture. He's typically seen talking to his assistant so that Robert Taylor can barge in every 10 minutes or so to punch him out for something written in his column. The assistant is played by the film's co-writer, Sid Silvers (No relation to Phil that I could find). This might be an interesting double bill at Tarantino's New Beverly Cinema, paired with Sweet Smell of Success, a darker take on Walter Winchell.

Interesting supporting performances from Buddy Ebsen and his real-life sister Vilma as a dancing team. Vilma lived to be 97 and this was her only movie. Enjoyable if you aren't put off by 1930s acting styles and/or enjoy ratatatat dialogue.

Jack Benny (To Eleanor Powell): If you are French I am a Chinaman.

Powell: (in French accent looking him over): That is possible.


Saturday, January 23, 2021

The Fiction of Experts

Growing up there was this phrase on TV about notifying the authorities.  This usually referred to the police but it was open-ended enough that the adults might mean someone even more important.  In this past year I have come to believe that authority is born out of ambition rather than skill.  Authorities are people who can persuade people they are authorities.  At work it's about convincing your boss.  This works really well when your boss is not an authority on the things you want to represent.  

On TV authorities are whoever you can get that agrees with the point of view that supports this particular news program.  There was a time I would have said cable news, but all electronic news is more or less the same anymore.  They all have a point of view and each is less uncomfortable presenting it than times past.  A lot of this never occurred to me until news started finding Covid-15 experts to come on their programs.  How can you be an expert on a disease that we don't yet fully understand.  Now, if you develop a vaccine or come up with a therapeutic treatment then you are getting into expert territory. But these guys were on TV from the strength of knowledge of other viruses.  If you wrote a book about Ted Williams do you automatically become an expert on this kid tearing up A ball?

Experts are just trope in news so that the viewer can listen to an authority say things that agree with their personal views.  If you are person who seeks government mandates then some stations will have experts that praise mandates  If you are a person that seeks personal freedom there will be experts that like that on your preferred channel.  In some cases maybe these guys are experts or maybe they just know the appropriate rhetoric for their audiences.  I tend to think the world has very few experts and the true experts are often times speaking outside of their expertise.  How often is a narrow expertise really going to be called on for comment?  An expert on a certain blood thinner drug can tell you all of the possible side effects, but he can't tell you which ones will both you.  You'll need your common sense to decide whether that blood thinner is worth the cost.  I think this is a true in many things.  They use to have a tip sheet at the dog track you could buy for $5.  As we started going weekly and seeing the same dogs our imperfect picks were not any worse than the expert.  

But experts exist and will always exist because experts comfort people.  We all want there to be somebody out doing something about the things we hate so we imagine experts are out there right now doing it for us.  The way that Dr. Fauci can tell us that Covid is nothing to worry about or that masks don't work only to later say without embarrassment, the opposite, is about our need to listen to a guy rather than make our own decisions.  It's like flipping a coin when we are unsure and it always landing on the expert.  Of course, listening to conventional wisdom is how you ensure yourself an average life. The people that get rich do so listening to their own inner voice rather than the collective one.  They become the experts of whatever it is that made them rich.  But they still can't tell you how to be rich because only you know your own circumstances and opportunities.  

The narrowness of expertise is really no match for a person of great analytical ability.  I believed the experts that said Trump couldn't win the Republican primary or the presidency in 2016.  But after being shocked I went back and read the people who said the opposite. The difference is that the expert was caught on the idea that no one like Trump had ever won before and therefore history would be consistent. The analytical guy said that no one like Trump had ever won because the circumstances that would bring a win for a Trump type had not existed previously.  

When I was around 11, I started experiencing pain in both of my feet.  Our pediatrician said that it was growing pains.  It grew worse over a course of a year and with the doc blowing it off my mom eventually took me to a podiatrist that took xrays that revealed a condition.  This was an actual expert but my mom took it for granted that any doctor would have this skill.  Just like we took if for granted that Dr. Fauci was an expert.  

Friday, February 15, 2013

GONE WITH THE WIND

GONE WITH THE WIND

This was on TMC last night and it's coincidentally Tricia's favorite movie so we watched it until Trish keeled over from fatigue. I stuck around and watched the whole thing again forgetting that it's a surprisingly effective movie despite the length. It has a modern feel that few classic movies have and it's not just the color photography. Adventures of Robin Hood (1938) is color and feels as old as any other Errol Flynn film. I credit production values. The burning and escape from Atlanta, the crane scene showing all the wounded men, the largeness of the sets set it apart from it's time. It also helps that Vivian Leigh had a natural acting style and Clark Gable was one of the great rogues of the day. What a travesty he lost Best Actor to Robert Donat. Donat got the award for playing a teacher that ages through the years. It's not bad acting, but seems like acting. Gable shows strength, humor, determination and they all feel natural. The wrong actor in that role could have sabotaged the movie. How many people have seen GOODBYE MR CHIPS?

I've only seen a few Leslie Howard movies, but his character here seems the same as the other Leslie Howard movie that I know well, THE PETRIFIED FORREST. In both movies he seems like a man of speeches rather than a man of action. Howard is the weakest link in the movie. How much better it would have been had Errol Flynn or Gary Cooper or even Robert Taylor played Ashley. Olivier could have been an interesting choice.

Olivia DeHavilland, on the other hand, is great as Melanie. She looks nothing like the DeHavilannd in Errol Flynn movies and she probably would have won the Oscar had Hattie McDaniel not been in the same movie. McDaniel is gone for long stretches, but you don't forget her and when she's on screen she can be commanding.

My favorite scene in the movie is not one often mentioned. The night that Ashley and some others go off to clean up the shanty town where Scarlett was attacked and Rhett Butler comes to the rescue. The traditional approach to such a scene would be the action at the shanty town, but Fleming (or which ever one of the directors did the scene) focuses on the ladies tense and waiting for an outcome. It helps that the Yankee captain coming to arrest them is Ward Bond, one of my favorite character actors. And using Belle Watley's bordello as their alibi is a nice dramatic choice that makes the Yankee captain blush in front of the ladies present. BOND: Rhett, do I have your word as a gentleman?
GABLE: As a gentleman, Tom, of course.

Rhett's language in the last scene crossed a barrier in movies, but almost as surprising is how the love story resolves itself. Movies trying to be big box office have rarely made the same choice.

Neither the movie nor book were created to be historically accurate, but they succeed because they are great examples of romantic literature. What Rhett and Scarlett get away with due to their brains and beauty allows the audience a guilty thrill of living it through them.

Tuesday, February 12, 2013


Glengarry Glen Ross (1992)

I saw this in the theatre so many years ago, I believe Kevin Seeger was along. We must have been some of the few who saw it then because it didn't make much money. I have seen it 3 or 4 times since, the most recent being Sunday. One thing that strikes me is how young everyone looks. I think that reaction comes from how current the movie still feels. The only loud giveaways are the style of the cars and how none of the salesman are using computers. I have the movie on before just to watch the Alec Baldwin speech and then couldn't help myself and watched it through to the end. I'm particularly impressed with what Jack Lemmon does because in my head he is still the guy in drag next to Marylin Monroe or he's loaning his apartment to Fred MacMurray or clearing his sinuses and embarrassing Walter Mathau. He's always this young comic actor in my head, naive and good-hearted. In the film he is con man with pathos and more believable than in anything that came before. Pacino was nominated for Best Supporting actor for this and Pacino is better here than in SCENT OF A WOMAN, the movie he won Best Actor for this same year. There are shades here of Pacino's overacting but they are forgivable compared to his cartoon performance in SCENT. 20 years hence I have to feel that Lemmon deserved it more and even Baldwin could be considered more worthy for his short yet iconic appearance.

I decided to watch it again after my praise for Mamet's THE VERDICT script and I really love how within all the profane language Mamet has Alec Baldwin wish them luck at the end and calls them gents. It's like a little wink that acting and selling are the same thing. The MacGuffin mystery within the film is less interesting and the solution to it seems a contrivance, but it's easy to forgive after watching Jack Lemmon standing in a phone booth on a rainy night pretending to talk to a secretary that doesn't exist all for the sake of a sale.

Saturday, February 09, 2013


Amour (2012)

AMOUR is what you do with all that youthful love after the youthful part is no more. Brought to you by Michael Haneke, a director that seems to court controversy as much as pursue art, as if in his mind they were both one in the same. His most violent expression thus far was in the enigmatic FUNNY GAMES (1997, remade by Haneke in English in 2007) a movie designed almost so that you would hate something about it. I say that because I enjoyed his CODE UNKNOWN (2000) and I think his film CACHE (2005) is one of the top ten films on the first decade of this century. CACHE is a straightforward film with intrigue, subtlety and even a little shock value, but all doled out in proportions that are digestible mind food. Haneke’s excuse for FUNNY GAMES was that his violence in the movie was a harsh commentary on violence, as if Jerry Falwell began making skin flicks to point out the immorality of skin flicks.

Haneke’s 2001 film, THE PIANO TEACHER got a lot of ink either because his subject matter of unhealthy sexual relationships was daring or that it struck a nerve with movie critics. I’m not one to think that every perverse human practice needs to be documented in art films, but for those that do Michael Haneke is here to oblige. His last two films have been a change of pace. 2009s THE WHITE RIBBON is an early 20th century period piece shot in black and white that would have been a comment on fascism had I finished it. I gave up on it after an hour because of fatigue, meaning to return but never finding the motivation.

And here is Amour (2012) nominated for Best Picture about an elderly couple trying to cope with aging. Realistic to the point that you get to read your own meaning into it. It can be a commentary on how money won’t buy immortality if you want it to be. It can also be a comment on how no one is prepared for the reality of human frailty or a comment about how adult children and adult parents grow apart. All of these themes have been mined to death in cinema, but as a change of pace for Haneke I can see why the Academy reacted as they did. Haneke’s not trying to shock them is a shock unto itself. Emmanuelle Riva is also nominated for Best Actress without any argument from me, but ignored is the actor that plays her husband, Jean-Louis Trintignant. Hers is a portrayal of a degenerative illness while his burden is the more difficult one, having to show the quiet angst of picking up the pieces. I’ve seen enough French films through the years to wonder why this one stands out in the minds of voters. It probably has more to do with 10 open slots than anything else, not a knock on it as much as a curiosity. If you are a person with the tolerance for foreign films you will most likely appreciate the execution, but I doubt you will want to hit the replay button.

The Girl On The Bridge (1999)

Of all the great injustices done by Johnny Depp in his lifetime none may ever match the treachery of plucking Vanessa Paradis out of films for five years after the completion of this quirky 1999 gem. Miss Paradis’s combination of vulnerability and pixie style charm is why we go to the movies and it’s seldom seen in popular American actresses anymore to the point that I just can’t see how this movie would work in our native tongue. Maybe it doesn’t work in French either if you speak French, but it works for me and I bet it will work for you too. You have to sort of buy that French men are such that they will throw out young ladies like Paradis as they would the trash and even older knife throwers are more interested in turning them into assistants than girlfriends. All the better because it gives that knife thrower 90 minutes of reflection time to think better of it by the denouement. Our knife thrower is Daniel Auteuil, an actor so French looking that that you can almost imagine his face on their national flag. He has that Gabriel Byrne demeanor that makes him perfect for roles that call for emotional indifference. I saw him first in the 1992s “Heart in Winter.” If you ever had the kind of girlfriend that was always asking you what you were thinking or feeling then Auteuil’s character in HEART IN WINTER would have just drove them nuts. The late career Cary Grant understood that it would be unseemly for him to chase young girls across the silver screen, but it was acceptable and even fun to watch the girls chase him. GIRL ON THE BRIDGE is that formula with a modern sensibility. If I have piqued your interest you can stream it on Netflix or Amazon Prime.

Friday, February 08, 2013

The Verdict (1982)

This movie is mostly known for Paul Newman's great performance. But equally important is the excellent script by David Mamet. Mamet is great at dialogue, but what makes this a cut above is how he takes genre material and finds the right structure to get optimal mileage out of the plot. Although I have seen it several times I still enjoy the little plot twists and the non-conventional conclusion.

Sunday, January 27, 2013

THE SUN ALSO RISES a book review



THE SUN ALSO RISES a book review

Jakes Barnes is our narrator and main character and yet the book revolves around the machinations of Lady Brett Ashley, a beautiful young woman that has everything and yet only wants what she cannot have.  The result of Lady Ashley is that most every man in the book is thrilled and miserable for her existence.  There is a lot of drinking in THE SUN ALSO RISES, that mirrors Ernest Hemingway’s own adventures in France and Spain during the 1920s.   Although Hemingway just liked to drink you get the impression that Hemingway’s characters drink to rid themselves of the pain caused by the oblivious Lady. 

The conventional wisdom of the book seems to be that Jake and Lady Ashley are in love, but unable to consummate their relationship due to Jake’s unspecified war injury.  But it seems to me that Lady Ashley’s love for Jake is precisely because his injury allows her to see herself as some sort of tragic heroine.   For his macho reputation, Hemingway writes very sensitive and complicated men that hide their emotions in booze.   The most outwardly macho of them all, Robert Cohn, is treated as a bully and loathed by everyone by the conclusion. 

Although Hemingway’s personal adventures in Paris get much ink, I feel that the novel only offers a glimpse of that location.  The sequences in Spain are much more vivid.  You’ll learn how to fish for Spanish trout or how the bulls are herded through town rather than how to get from the Champ Elyse to Notre Dame.   The reader comes away understanding why Hemingway was so invested in the Spanish Civil War.  He really loved that country.  

I don't know whether I would recommend the book to just anyone.  I think you'd need to have some interest in the locales or activities, because the characters aren't exactly inspiring.  Hemingway's short stories from this period are more economical.

Friday, January 25, 2013

ARGO (2012) a movie review

I'm not sure if Argo benefits from the generally lousy movies that come out every year or if the critics and the Academy are just surprised that Ben Affleck is a decent director. This film, like his two prior efforts GONE BABY GONE, and THE TOWN, is above average in so many ways and yet still a bit overrated. While some of the film is brilliant docudrama chronicling the Iranians storming the U.S. Embassy, other parts use stock Hollywood characters for the sake of humor in ways that are entertaining although unsurprising. The biggest letdown is Affleck’s ending that uses the same formula that D.W. Griffith invented in 1915 and has been used a thousand times since. And the shame is that it didn’t really need that device to make the ending work.

Affleck himself proves again to be a decent leading man in the right material. Bryan Cranston has become the king of the solid two scene role, John Goodman seems to have a small role in 1/3 of all Hollywood movies released this year, and Alan Arkin gives a stock character enough charisma that you forgive the familiarity.

There was a better movie inside this entertaining movie had Affleck only had the confidence to surprise us a few more times. If this were to beat ZERO DARK THIRTY for Best Picture it would akin to SHAKESPEARE IN LOVE beating SAVING PRIVATE RYAN.

Tuesday, January 22, 2013

DJANGO UNCHAINED (2012) a movie review

After a few exploding heavies it occurred to me that Quentin Tarantino has borrowed the central device from Passion of the Christ for his last two movies. That premise being if you make the antagonists sadistic enough then no amount of violence is too much. In Gibson’s case the violence was heaved on our hero, making the heavies all the more so vile. In Tarantino’s case the violence is directed toward Nazis or slave holders and in such comic form that it is part shocking and part humorous. As the audience we must simply accept that human beings are put into this film to turn into a river of goo. If you think of it as a Tom and Jerry cartoon with guts then you will have a better shot at getting through it, because in Django Unchained human biology is 80% blood and a single gunshot empties the entire container. Further, guys will sometimes run into a room single file so that Django can turn them into empty containers, much like Beatrix putting away teenage samurais in Kill Bill. At one point it seems that every white man in Mississippi lay dead in a single plantation house after being summoned by Django’s shooting iron.

Tarantino has a real knack for milking the tension in a scene, but those scenes sometimes drag on for so long and/or fail to payoff that the tension doesn’t work on second viewings. He can also write great dialogue so that he often faces the danger of letting his characters talk too much at the expense of action or just talk too much after they have run out of interesting things to say. For both of those reasons I liked Kill Bill 2 quite a bit at the cinema, but couldn’t make it through 30 minutes later on Netflix. I haven’t tried Inglorious Basterds again fearing that I couldn’t make it again through that tavern scene.

Tarantino is good at the homage and this movie is full of them beginning with the music from the original 1960s movie, Django. It’s also full of cameo appearances by people you might recognize from regular movie viewing and others that you would recognize from b-movies. Some of them surprised me. I didn’t recognize Tom Wopat until I saw his name in the credits. Don Johnson was recognizable despite the great Gaylord accent and a Mark Twain suit. He gives a fine short comic performance. Leo is quite good with his menacing southern charm. Sam Jackson is memorable as only he can be in Tarantino material. No complaints about Jamie Foxx either. I think Foxx was a better choice than Will Smith for Django because Smith has a hero’s charm, but he lacks the danger necessary for such a vengeful role. Mostly I was impressed with Christopher Waltz that went from Nazi heavy to sympathetic bounty hunter under Tarantino and was the most interesting character in both movies.

The movie isn’t for all tastes, but if you like his other material you shouldn’t walk away disappointed or surprised at the outcomes.

Sunday, January 20, 2013

LINCOLN (2012) a movie review

I think Spielberg was smart to focus the movie on short time frame, but I question whether the passage of the 13th amendment should have been his pivotal moment. We already know it passes and anyone that has read the history knows it would have passed pretty easily later as the 14th and 15th amendments passed after the completion of the war. The legislative battle has some drama, but it's nothing that we haven't seen before. The film's small moments work best with Lincoln and Seward or Lincoln and his family. Spielberg seems true to the Lincoln as raconteur and the stories he shares are memorable. Daniel Day Lewis has that Lincoln twang that most actors have adopted throughout the years that makes it authentic, although we have no idea what he sounded like. It is somewhat curious that Spielberg chooses to join the action directly after the completion of two significant historical moments, Lee's surrender at Appomattox and Lincoln's assassination. Maybe the latter has been done enough times, but I have not yet seen good a depiction of the former. Spielberg has the right actors, tone, setting, and authenticity, but he chooses the formula battle instead of trusting the smaller moments to carry the action. It may not have been the strongest choice.

Thursday, January 17, 2013

ZERO DARK THIRTY (2012) a movie review

What I like most about the movie is that the heroes are the boots on the ground CIA members and the painstaking work they do to keep the world safe. Our media is only interested in making heroes and villains out of our Presidents and other elected officials, but it’s the CIA people that are a constant as party politics shift back and forth at the national level. If you are not risking your personal skin in the fight then you really aren’t a hero. This movie is about heroes.
 

Most movies tend to be a cartoon version of life with everything having a clean answer and no loose ends left. Zero Dark Thirty is played in the reverse. It’s a complicated movie about the various tactics used through the years that led to the capture of Osama Bin Laden. While in real life we heard that waterboarding is torture and torture never works narrative from our media, in the movie those interrogation techniques yielded information that led to the capture of more terrorists that eventually led to paydirt. We can argue about the morality of those techniques but they work in a way that complicates easy answers. When national chatter includes prosecuting CIA operatives that used those techniques, it’s the people in this movie we would prosecute. What makes ZERO DARK THIRTY great is that it doesn’t stop the debate over the techniques but it makes weigh their success into your worldview. While The Hurt Locker shows you what it’s like to be a soldier during the war years, Zero Dark Thirty show you the intelligence struggles. The two movies together are best document yet of the challenges of a post 9-11 world.

Saturday, January 12, 2013

JACK REACHER (2012) a movie review

Jack Reacher is a great throwback to the 1980s and 1990s before CGI dominated action films. Critics are unfairly harsh on Christopher McQuarrie expecting that every movie be another Usual Suspects when he seems more interested in perfecting the kind of action movie that is becoming extinct. I have read the first 5 Jack Reacher books and they all required more suspension of disbelief than this film. And McQuarrie also finds an economy of storytelling in the movie that author Lee Child lacks with some of his books totaling over 700 pages. Cruise may be a nutter outside of film acting, but performances like this remind you why he has been on top for so long.

Tuesday, September 20, 2011


A WEEK IN PARIS == March - April 2010

Note: I originally wrote the synopsis after returning, but I didn't like the flow of my prose. Other distractions kept me from re-writing it immediately. With the passage of time I hope to find greater insight from the experience.


SATURDAY March 27 /SUNDAY March 28


We flew overnight to get into Europe on KLM Airlines. It re-affirmed that the Dutch are sweet people and the airline was as friendly and efficient as any we ever traveled on. They offered us the last upgrade to something called comfort class, but as I was saying yes and she was typing the information in the seats were sold from under us in a different line. Our person felt so bad she put us in the emergency exit line for no charge, seats that had more legroom than the comfort upgrade. There are places to save money when traveling overseas, but I am a believer that paying for comfort when trying to sleep on an overnight flight is money well spent. Not sleeping enough can make you groggy and ruin a couple of valuable days when you do arrive.
I felt like an old hand walking through the Amsterdam airport. It was entirely different than in 2003 when the experience was dreamlike. The layover in Amsterdam was long, but not long enough to feel comfortable riding into the city for breakfast. Instead we sat at the typical airport cafe with CNN International on the television. Larry King was interviewing SnooopDogg. The sound was turned down so we had to rely on Info Graphics to give us the highlights.

Snoop on Susan Boyle “She is a great talent”
Snoop on Tiger Woods “Everyone makes mistakes”
Snoop on Obama “He's doing a great job”
Snoop on Weed “I only smoke it in a blue moon”
I went up the counter to purchase refreshments and when I returned a new friend was sitting next to Trish at our table drinking one of those strong thimble sized cups of coffee. Now it felt like Europe, the invasion of personal space.

Arriving in Paris: Taking the train from Charles DeGaulle Airport into the center part of the city showed the part of Paris they don't romanticize in Hollywood movies. There are some pretty rundown suburbs on the way in. It reminded me of the drive into New Orleans from Sliddell. The guidebooks cautioned against the train, citing pickpockets. But I hate taking buses anywhere and a cab ride would be ridiculously expensive. Had it been my first trip to Europe I would have heeded the warnings, but I've been enough times now that I'm confident that we aren't the most obvious target anymore. On this particular train another American lady was with two high school aged girls talking at twice the accepted volume begging to be targets of someone. Through good luck it only took one train transfer to be spit out 100 meters from our intended apartment. I still wonder if the loud lady found a predator.
The apartment was in the 6th Arrondissement, on the Left Bank about a 10 minute walk from Notre Dame. The place had a full kitchen, Satellite TV, Internet Connection, and a washer/dryer that allowed us to pack lightly for no more money than a hotel room would have cost.

We arrive at the place at dinnertime so we decided to explore the general area around the 6th Looking for a grocery store. It didn't occur to us that it was Palm Sunday until we saw a flock of worshipers leaving the church with tree branches. Palm fronds must be hard to get in France. We located a little corner market and a neighborhood bakery and enjoyed quiche and baguettes for dinner. Sleeping was easy.

MONDAY MARCH 29

Our first stop the next morning was Notre Dame, a ten minute walk from the apartment. I read that the Gargoyles were installed after the Hunchback of Notre Dame book was written meaning that the Disney cartoon was anachronistic. They turn out to be so high off the ground that you can't get much of a look at them unless you want to climb the tower. We decided not to (Trish is pregnant with Emmy, although we hadn't made the public announcement yet). The inside of the church warned of pickpockets, much like the guidebooks, but we got in and out unscathed. One key is never carry a wallet. I stopped doing so anyway several years ago when Kevin said his chiropractor claimed it would put your back out of alignment.


We walked east across the bridge from Notre Dame to Ile Saint Louis, a small river island known for ice cream. We walked down the center street and there were easily 8 ice cream stands within 2 blocks.

Crossing over into the Left Bank we walked along the river heading toward the Louve. The area on both sides of the river house book sellers, and there are plenty of them, although not all of them were open on Monday. It was a shame to be such a bibliophile and not be able to enjoy the selection. A few of the vendors had art work. One guy had a picture of portly Jim Morrison with the caption “Last known of picture of Jim Morrison before his death.”

Morrison who fashioned himself a poet traveled to Paris as the right of passage of any serious American writer. The tradition began with Gertrude Stein, Ernest Hemingway, F. Scott Fitzgerald etc. in the 1920s. They only reason they chose Paris is that it was a very cheap place to live after the war. Now Paris one of the most expensive places to live on earth, but the tradition isn't very easily broken. In our lifetime the poor young artists flocked to Prague after the Iron Curtain fell. The rich kids travel to Pairs.

When people praise the French healthcare system they do not talk about how this once inexpensive place has become one of the most expensive on the planet. I can buy Perrier water cheaper at Publix in Orlando than at the super market in Paris. It's obvious that French politicians are afraid to tax wine and beer though. Or maybe they figure that people are less likely to revolt with a steady buzz from cheap wine. At the supermarket I bought a 750ml bottle of Kronenberg Beer for 90 cents (Euro). The same size bottle of water was 1.40 (Euro).

Eating in restaurants is even crazier. The simplest meal for two is going to cost at least 30-35 Euro. A nicer meal would easily cost 80-100 Euro, and many a gourmet restaurant was charging 400-800 Euro for a meal. We ventured by the cheap cafes that Hemingway use to frequent and ordered an open face melted cheese sandwich with Chicken – 12 Euro.

The writer's of guidebooks are uniformly Left of center and it's entertaining the way they reconcile the great palaces and museums that are a spoil of war and imperialism with their love of European passivity. Not once does an author note that without the European blood lust of the past, few would much care to visit these places today. Rick Steves, the best of all European travel writers, seems painfully aware of this when he suggests in “Europe Through the Backdoor” that people should venture in the quaint villages to see how the locals really live. That idea allows progressive writers the idea that they are catering to open-minded multiculturalists when the average traveler would rather see the castle.

It was mid-afternoon when we arrived at the Louve, and much too late to make the cost of admission worth it. And the line was wayyyyyyyyy too long? Steves gave us a good tip when he suggested the Museum Pass. It allows you into over 30 museums and the best feature is getting through the side door of busy museums. The pass saved multiple hours at the Louve and the D'Orsay.

We sat a while in the gardens around the Louve and eventually got the umbrella out for the first of the rain that we would see every day. The temperature was in the 60s on Monday and that was as warm as it ever got, falling into the 30s on some nights. Continuing West from the Louve we came to the Corcorde, a square with an Egyptian obelisk and roundabout traffic. There is a little fountain pond that we sat by before heading toward the Arc de Triomphe. It's not a bad walk although thousands of years of civilization still have not resulted in the paving of the first half of the path. On both sides of the road were little snack stands selling fresh crapes. Trish tried applesauce and I had fromage. It was a nice change of pace snack.

After the crepes the homogeneous global economy took over with McDonalds, Virgin Megastore, Hagen Daas, Gap etc. littering the street up and down. The sidewalks were nice and wide which was unusual for the city and The Aviators Club Casino was so unobtrusive that I didn't even notice when I passed it.

To get to the Arc you have to do so underground, but we had to walk to the other side of the arc to find the pathway down. Part of the arc was going through a rehab and it was our luck that a little military ceremony was taking place and the entire French Army showed up, pictured here.

Trish had enough walking by that time and we took the Metro back to the place. To our surprise the train elevated before crossing the river by the Eiffel Tower and stayed above ground for several stops before submerging into the 7th Arrondissement. The only negative to this way home is that our normal stop wasn't functioning on this line and we had to find an alternative in the dark.

For dinner we ventured to the American Breakfast, a diner joint opened by an American in 2004. At 9pm on a Monday night there was a line out the door with mostly French college kids waiting to get in for a stack of pancakes or a burger. The burger was much praised online, but it was pretty standard, no better than Orlando Ale House at three times the price. It was a fun place though, and our American waitress mistook us for French with our black garb and laughed when we spoke English back. That's the way it usually went. The French made us for Americans from 20 feet, but fellow Americans thought we were European. I did fool a German once, struggling with French and asking if I could speak English.

Tuesday March 30


We had every intention of seeing the D'Orsay, but it was nearly noon when our Orlando-time bodies awoke and the line at the museum was 2 hours long. That's when we sought out the Museum Pass and planned to do everything on Wednesday and Thursday. We strolled the city again on Tuesday and wound up back at the Concorde.

I made the mistake of looking at the Metro Map, and a kid spotted me and asked if I spoke English. I nodded and he produced a postcard with a story about how he was a refugee from Bosnia in Paris for the last two months and his sister has leukemia. Could I spare some change? This is something I rarely do, but he just looked too young to want booze and he didn't look like an addict so I gave him some change and then laughed at how I deserved to be taken by staring at a tourist map. About 10 minutes later I saw the same kid eating a bag of potato chips and as we walked further away I felt that I should have given him more money as he had obviously just wanted some food. Later I would read his note is typical of syndicates that hire kids to do begging.

Raining again as we sought the Presidential Palace that revealed itself to be right on the pathway behind the crepe stands from the day before. We had to come at it from the back in order to realize where we were. Security was pretty tight and it seemed that Sarkozy must have been at home, although Drudge would reveal that night he was in Washington handshaking Obama. Trish told me of the rumors of Carla Bruni stepping out on the President.

Next, we made our way up to the Sacre-Coeur, a 19th century cathedral on the tallest hill in Paris. When we were looking for an apartment, many options were available in the area, but Trish had been to Paris once before and knew the area well enough to steer clear. The litter everywhere in Paris is a bit disappointing. I certainly don't want to hear the French complain about global warming when they can't even pick up their trash. But up in the 16th it looks as bad as Boubon Street in New Orleans or the Red Light District in Amsterdam. The Sacre-Coeur itself is a great location to see the entire city. The only thing missing is the Eiffel Tower that is blocked by buildings in that direction. It took us a while to make the walk up the stairs though, because a strong rain came and pushed us to a cafe across the street. We ate and drank and watched the tour crowds bump umbrellas for 45 minutes before we tried it ourselves.

The Sacre-Coeur was the first place where we saw the West Africans, who provide the same nuisance that Bangladeshis do in Rome. They have a dozen scams to get your money and the preferred one is a friendship band they tie to your hand and then ask for payment. We steered clear but they caught quite a few in their traps.

After some rest back at the apartment we bought our museum tickets on the Champ Elysees and Trish then sought Ice Cream despite the cold weather. It did bring a heated seating area.

Wednesday March 31

Back in 2005, we saw two General Strikes in Italy, with old Soviet flags waving and 1930s type speakers blaring. I half expected Mussolini to show up. The only strike we saw this time was on Wednesday morning. This strike was medical workers complaining about the low wages. I read an article before I left about how French Doctors are unhappy with the money and they argue that it's not a career for upwardly mobile people anymore. And that's kind of the problem with Europe in general. They try to split the pie in so many pieces that no one gets what they earn any longer. The last thing you want in a country is a feeling among your brightest children that medicine is no longer worth the pursuit. How long until we feel the same here?

The D'Orsay was a great a museum to see. It was packed full of people and great impressionist and post impressionist works. Renoir, Monet, Manet, Van Gogh, Cezzane were all thoroughly represented. The Museum Pass allowed us to circumvent the two hour line for a 10 minute one. The downside is that I wasn't able to obtain an audio guide, a favorite accoutrement of mine. Later after we left the museum we realized that we never saw Whistler's Mother. I don't think we missed any rooms. I wonder if it is on loan somewhere.

In the afternoon we crossed the bridge to the Louve and gladly bypassed that line as well. Here they had an audio guide, but they were all sold out. On the bottom floor is a sort of reconstructed medieval castle. The first major work we found was the Venus de Milo which was fun to see in person although nowhere near as impressive as Michaelangelo's David. The story goes that it was found on a Greek Island in the 1800s and bought cheaply by a French Ambassador who sent it back to the home country. Now it's priceless, someday to be sold by the French government for more social programs.

The Mona Lisa was an experience all to itself. The painting is behind glass with a stanchion around it and then ten feet or so back another wooden barrier making a semi-circle. People were lined up to that barrier 5 deep and holding their cameras above their heads to snap photos. The effect made it seem like a Press Conference. If you were too short to see the painting above the crowd you would have thought that some French movie star was walking down the red carpet or some French President was announcing his resignation. I couldn't figure out why they all wanted their own photos. The glass made a flash picture useless and you can find the image in a thousand places on the net. The painting looked exactly as it was supposed to but the barriers kept you so far away that it could have been a copy from a color printer.

Although I had wanted to see the Louve for most of my life we didn't spend more than 2 or 3 hours there. Like the Uffizi in Florence, it's full of old Medieval and Renaissance works that will quickly feel redundant if you stare too long. One thing nice about impressionist art is that each artist has their own look. The older stuff all seems to be a copy of other older stuff. Another thing getting us on our way was the immense crowd. But I probably would have spent twice as long at each place with just a simple audio tour. I wanted more history and the significance weaved into the experience.

On the way back from the museum we walked the streets of St. Germain near the apartment and we came across the Supermarket that was closed on Sunday and Monday. The store sold Lays potato chips and Special K cereal like home, although this small store had a cheese selection bigger than any specialty market I've seen in America. I chose a good looking inexpensive bleu cheese that went great with Baguettes. The nearby bakery provided quiche and we had a better dinner than anywhere in the city thus far.

THURSDAY April 1

Versailles. Palace to kings and the place where the ill-conceived treaty was signed that many believe led to World War II. It's an easy train ride from the city center and it took about 30 minutes. The suburbs on the way to the palace were nicer than the area from the airport, although the living quarters still looked pretty tight.

The palace is quite striking from the outside, gilded at every possible location and expansive. The inside of the palace was much like the Doge's palace in Venice so I felt that I had been there before. Squeezing through some of the smaller rooms was difficult especially when a private tour guide would constipate a walkway to tell a punch line or two. The Hall of Mirrors is the real highlight although I had seen enough pictures to have felt that I had been there before.

The landscaped grounds are just as impressive especially in their size. Even standing on the hill they looked like they went on for eternity. The gardens themselves probably look more lush in the summer but the fountains and statues and staircases were everywhere to make up for it. Again the Museum pass made it much easier to enter the grounds.

After getting back to the city we saw Center Pompidou, the modern art museum. This was a chance for Tricia to see her favorite, Picasso, since the actual Picasso Museum in Paris is in the midst of a rehab that will keep it closed for several years. The museum building is as unique as anything inside the building. It also gives a pretty decent view of the city when you ride to the top. Like much of modern art, there were some striking pieces, some silly pieces, and many that were meant for shock value.

Paris is full of cinemas. I read that Paris has more cinemas than any other city in the world and I can believe it. In the 6th near the apartment movies screens were up and down rue St. Germaine and the Latin Quarter. Many of the screens show American movies in English. The biggest shame is that French thrillers are one my favorite genres and yet you can't find a screen with English subtitles anywhere. It's an incentive to learn French and return some day. Due to Herzog's strong European following, Bad Lieutenant was playing all over the city and reviewed in the current Cahiers du Cinema magazine.

That night we finally saw the Eiffel Tower. You can buy advance tickets online to go up in the tower but we waited too late and the line outside was two hours+ according to the experts so we skipped the climb and enjoyed it from the park. We found another market and got a snack and watched the sun go down and the lights go up.

FRIDAY April 2

This was the day that we would have gone to Normandy to see the museum and landing beaches, but we instead decided to use the last day to soak up the city. We bought Abby a few dresses and ate at Les Deux Magots, one the Hemingway haunts.

We also saw the Shakespeare and Co. bookstore that is right across the river from Notre Dame. It's an English language bookstore opened in the 1950s by an American who studied in Paris. The shop is now run by his daughter. There was a good selection of books, but I hadn't been reading as much as on earlier trips and I still had plenty of material. Like everything else in the city, the prices were steep. The atmosphere reminded me of the French quarter used book stores in New Orleans. The political books dealing with America were anti-American, which seems counter intuitive to why someone would come into an American book store in the first place. The political philosophy books were socialist. No Bill Buckley, no Thomas Sowell, no Milton Friedman. Finding a book by Noam Chomsky wouldn't have been an effort though. Outside of the shop was a short biographical sketch of the founder explaining how Dostoevsky wrote his life story before he was born, The Idiot. It was quite a charming little piece and it made me wish I had met the man.

SATURDAY April 3

Friday night in Paris so close to the colleges was not a recipe for good sleep. Add that to my cellphone ringing twice and I was asleep at 11pm, awake by midnight and never to sleep again. Benjamin the apartment owner met us at 5am. He was a gentleman during the entire trip even printing out our boarding passes for the plane. I had luckily collected euro coins during the trip for the ticket machine on the way back to the airport, because the ticket office wasn't manned at 5:15am. We made it to the airport in time to get through inspection and make the plane. The Europeans let you keep your shoes on which is a nice thing. I'm convinced that American airport security has little to do with our safety and lot to do with political CYA.

The long layover Amsterdam afforded us a short trip to the city Center where we ate at the Cafe Luxembourg, a place we visited in July of 2003. The weather was actually a bit warmer this time. The city was pretty quiet at 11am.

The trip back to the states is the worst part of every European trip for me. It takes longer than the trip over and it's in full daylight making sleep very difficult. Like usual, it was full of kids on their way to Disney World. So what began as a normal flight generally morphs into kids running up and down the aisles. The good thing is that the ear plugs and the eye mask helped me sleep a little to make up for the lost night. I also finished reading a Travis McGee book on the flight.

Security coming through Orlando just wouldn't quit. First was customs and only one line for U.S. Citizens. Then we took our bags to another area where they would have riffled through them had we bought any duty-free items. I'm so glad we didn't have time to buy any. After that we went through a line where we once again had to take off our shoes and send our liquids through a conveyor xray. I asked the lady why we had to do this all over again since we had already done so in Amsterdam. She said that we were not sterile entering a sterile environment. I should have scheduled surgery.

PARTING THOUGHTS

We didn't have any experiences with rude Parisians. Now it might have helped that we skipped the high end restaurants, but people were very friendly and everyone except one bakery clerk spoke English. I didn't get any hint of anti-Americanism or superior attitudes. It felt like Paris was a great city for Americans. I was expecting the worst what with their opposition to Iraq. But maybe since the French didn't send any troops to Iraq they weren't really invested in the war the way the English were. Their opposition was theoretical whereas the English are now angry for their involvement. What's one fewer Middle Eastern dictator to them?

The most disappointing thing about the trip is that I've seen enough of Europe now that it feels repetitive in places. I've seen so many castles, palaces, and ancient art that I am no longer overwhelmed by the experience and instead feel the touristy element more. To see new unique things like the Arc de Triomphe or the Eiffel Tower is still great, but the 14th Century painting looks the same in Florence or Paris. When we make it back to France I am looking forward to Normandy and wine country and the French Riviera. I look forward to more of those subdued experiences

The French are still a great people, but burdened by a government that no longer seeks their greatness. I can only imagine how hard it is for Benjamin and his brother to try and operate a business renting out property. It would be a lot harder than trying to do the same thing in America. The current French system couldn't build a city like Paris, but they do inhabit the one created for them quite well. I can see how Americans with money come to live there and have a hard time leaving. People without money should just wave as they pass by.
I hope to bring the girls back to Paris when they are old enough to enjoy it. I liked it more than I had expected.