We should all be getting college credits by taking classes from two of America’s finest educators. This is a remarkable time in our nation’s history. We have been through so much together. We are still standing. All of us, regardless of affiliation are tired of being hammered on and at odds with each other. We are one nation, indivisible, with liberty and justice for all. That’s where I am hanging my hat.
I consider you in that source group by both training and life circumstances. There are so many associate professors with this primal substack that the field is really large and well fleshed. You bring in an additional psychological component that pushes the envelope into further disciplines. I call it the basic mental health class.
Annie Great! There was a place in Maine with marvelous popovers but, sadly, it burned down. A pop to far? I used to fish for cod and halibut in Maine. Greatly unexciting. You’d put a 2 pound sinker on the get the line down 70 feet. When you tugged the line and nothing moved, you either had a 25 pound fish—or a tire.
Careful what you wish for Keith. You will be tasked to speak. I will launch and row. You will trap and cook. I will eat said lobster. Then I will raise one to our class of 23 as you soak in the applause richly befitting your compelling and endearing words. I’m not familiar with Maine but have always wanted to go. Where is our venue? Can we have Fern arrange the musicians? Will we call it Sand Stock or Rock Stock?
Pat When I first sailed to Maine, we stopped at Burnt Coat Cove to pick up lobsters at 29 cents/lb. (1947) Later I was a sailing (and rowing) instructor. I’m ready—just have to get flotations on my walker.
Before WW II I had lobster pots in Edgartown Harbor. Always caught enough for Sunday dinner.
Mobility not a problem I have a sure footed saddle horse that is a good swimmer. Amphibious will take you through skree slopes and flooding rivers. A large Morgan we affectionately call Brownie as he aims to please as well. Astride Amphibious I feel much younger.
Pat The last time I rode was in the Chilean cordilleras in 1968. Fortunately I had a wooden Spanish stirrup. When the horse fell on a mountain path, I was able to extract my leg before hitting the ground. The huasos (Chilean cowboys) thought this was hilarious. It got me several free rounds of pisco sours.
I was a jr. in high school. Training for the Olympics. Pretty funny joke as no one came close. I’m thinking bareback for you. In the water just hold on to the tail. You will be fine having recent riding experience. Really easy to get off bareback too. Left or right works best. Don’t worry Amphibious is 16 hands a good deep water horse.
Pat I’ll check with Ester Williams films. She swam with Red Skelton and, I believe, Groucho Marx. Perhaps she’ll display a technique for swimming with horses.
Training for the Olympics!!!! My initial mother in law was in the 1924 Olympics in Paris—first time the gals were permitted to sweat with the guys.
Every high school distance runner in coastal Oregon in 1968 was training for the Olympics. I told Steve Prefontaine that I would see him in Mexico. He laughed. Not even the great Pre was good enough yet. He did however enjoy running away from us backwards. We did win our district championship and continue to train for the Olympics albeit we had to focus on the 72 Olympics. I have been too busy to train for the Olympics since I turned 70.
Pat Just as well that you didn’t go to the 1972 Olympics with the terrorist killing of the Israeli athletes.
There was a college swimming event for which my fluid brother could easily have qualified. It was called something like the SURUPT. The trick was to stay under water the longest. The winner, in one event, had to be rescued from the bottom of the pool, where he had passed out dead drunk.
I believe that the SURUPT has been scratched. Doesn’t bother me, because I only have a single beer at dinner.
A Heather Cox Richardson piece that gives the final word to Timothy Snyder! What more could anyone ask for!
We should all be getting college credits by taking classes from two of America’s finest educators. This is a remarkable time in our nation’s history. We have been through so much together. We are still standing. All of us, regardless of affiliation are tired of being hammered on and at odds with each other. We are one nation, indivisible, with liberty and justice for all. That’s where I am hanging my hat.
I agree. I feel like I am auditing several graduate level history/politics courses by reading various Substack authors.
I consider you in that source group by both training and life circumstances. There are so many associate professors with this primal substack that the field is really large and well fleshed. You bring in an additional psychological component that pushes the envelope into further disciplines. I call it the basic mental health class.
Thank you for your kind words. I do have a window of experience and expertise in a very narrow window that most folks cannot see out of.
Indeed Pat; I would not even try to say that better.
And the price is right. I love it.
Thank You, Pat!
Pat And graduation will be held in Maine with lobster and row boats.
Add kayaks- I'm in.
Annie Great! There was a place in Maine with marvelous popovers but, sadly, it burned down. A pop to far? I used to fish for cod and halibut in Maine. Greatly unexciting. You’d put a 2 pound sinker on the get the line down 70 feet. When you tugged the line and nothing moved, you either had a 25 pound fish—or a tire.
Kayaks absolutely!
Careful what you wish for Keith. You will be tasked to speak. I will launch and row. You will trap and cook. I will eat said lobster. Then I will raise one to our class of 23 as you soak in the applause richly befitting your compelling and endearing words. I’m not familiar with Maine but have always wanted to go. Where is our venue? Can we have Fern arrange the musicians? Will we call it Sand Stock or Rock Stock?
Pat When I first sailed to Maine, we stopped at Burnt Coat Cove to pick up lobsters at 29 cents/lb. (1947) Later I was a sailing (and rowing) instructor. I’m ready—just have to get flotations on my walker.
Before WW II I had lobster pots in Edgartown Harbor. Always caught enough for Sunday dinner.
Ready to meet Heather on the hill.
Mobility not a problem I have a sure footed saddle horse that is a good swimmer. Amphibious will take you through skree slopes and flooding rivers. A large Morgan we affectionately call Brownie as he aims to please as well. Astride Amphibious I feel much younger.
Pat The last time I rode was in the Chilean cordilleras in 1968. Fortunately I had a wooden Spanish stirrup. When the horse fell on a mountain path, I was able to extract my leg before hitting the ground. The huasos (Chilean cowboys) thought this was hilarious. It got me several free rounds of pisco sours.
I was a jr. in high school. Training for the Olympics. Pretty funny joke as no one came close. I’m thinking bareback for you. In the water just hold on to the tail. You will be fine having recent riding experience. Really easy to get off bareback too. Left or right works best. Don’t worry Amphibious is 16 hands a good deep water horse.
Pat I’ll check with Ester Williams films. She swam with Red Skelton and, I believe, Groucho Marx. Perhaps she’ll display a technique for swimming with horses.
Training for the Olympics!!!! My initial mother in law was in the 1924 Olympics in Paris—first time the gals were permitted to sweat with the guys.
Every high school distance runner in coastal Oregon in 1968 was training for the Olympics. I told Steve Prefontaine that I would see him in Mexico. He laughed. Not even the great Pre was good enough yet. He did however enjoy running away from us backwards. We did win our district championship and continue to train for the Olympics albeit we had to focus on the 72 Olympics. I have been too busy to train for the Olympics since I turned 70.
Pat Just as well that you didn’t go to the 1972 Olympics with the terrorist killing of the Israeli athletes.
There was a college swimming event for which my fluid brother could easily have qualified. It was called something like the SURUPT. The trick was to stay under water the longest. The winner, in one event, had to be rescued from the bottom of the pool, where he had passed out dead drunk.
I believe that the SURUPT has been scratched. Doesn’t bother me, because I only have a single beer at dinner.