Crowed Red Lobster & Stephen F Austin High School Class of ’65 (monthly) Dinner

What a time we had at the Crowded Lobster last night! By my count, there were between 25 and 30 attendees. I’ll wait and get the exact count from Lydia later; I‘m sure she will let me know. She keeps up with this stuff much better than I anyway.

I managed to get Jimmy Phipps to again ride over with me. This allowed me remember exactly the stories he had already told and firm up some of the details I may have inadvertently forgotten—after all, I did miss last month’s agenda. While we were placing our drink orders several at the table suggested that Jimmy number his stories so he only has to call out a number and we can recite back to him our best recollection of the details, obtain our score and name a winner at the end of the evening,

 

 

Because we had some stragglers last night, we were sat at a table set-up for only twelve and when everyone had finally arrived, several of us had to share seats and trade off taking drinks and bites with each other. I, myself, was lucky enough to be able to talk Marlene Scanlin into cutting my salmon into bite-size chunks so that I didn’t lose a piece to John Hughes who, unfortunately was sitting next to me. Boy!! Can John talk when you get him started? Trouble is that when you get him started, it seems his maker somehow forgot to attach or wire up his “off switch.”

 

 

 

I’m pretty sure Geneva Patranella won the nightly award for having the most people sit next to her. Everybody showing up late was ultimately directed her direction and made to sit and listen for some 30 minutes or so before being allowed to try to find another seat. Come to think about, it may actually have been Janice Patranella that caused this; just maybe they were in cahoots!

 

 

I do believe that Lydia had the biggest entrée of all of us. It took more than several plates to get all her’s to the table. I’m ordering what she orders next time.Wish I had a picture of that plate!

Dianna got onto several of us for not responding to her 5^th of July email referencing “Upcoming Events.” It seems that we were supposed to answer back by the 9^th of July. As far as I can tell there are two “stiff” penalties for not doing so: (1) We no longer have any say as to the month and date of our 50^th Class Reunion, (2) Dianna reserves the right to take all the accumulated $$$s and travel where, when and with who she wants to conduct the 50^th reunion by herself or with only those she chooses. Be careful how you respond to any requests for funds relating to the 50^th reunion between now and next summer.

 

To turn the scrutiny off her at the time, Dianna directed the conversation to retirement and eventually to MediCare. Boy howdy! Did that MediCare discussion go off in 50 or so tangents?  Record keeping, doctor’s waiting rooms, doctors themselves, billing procedures and even who had the worst procedure at the cheapest cost. I just couldn’t keep up with them all. I am pretty sure that if I had been given time I coulda developed a story that’d topped them all—I just ran outta time.

After all is said and done, even though John Hughes wasn’t through talking, he was kind enough to reach into my back pocket to retrieve my billfold so I could pay my bill. I wasn’t thinking correctly by that time (lack of sufficient blood flow coming back from my lower extremities, and completely forgot to check to see if I still had all my credit cards before leaving the Crowded Lobster. Well, I guess I might be able to sneak my bill next time under John’s while he is talking!

 

I did manage to get a few pictures but will have to admit that Lydia took some of them because of the angle the crowd had me sitting at the table—I just couldn’t get an angle on everybody.

 

PS: You can tell which ones Lydia took very easy. They’re the ones out of focus and with heads turned away from the camera.

Great Journey to Europe – Part X

We wake up this morning docked in Cologne, Germany. Patsy and I take in the early breakfast and make ready for the walking tour of Cologne—big cathedral today. For those that do not realize it, this is where it all started.

Eau de Cologne became the generic term all over the world and Cologne is the city where it all started in 1709. An Italian perfumer, John Maria Farina (Giovanni Maria Farina, 1685 – 1766) made Cologne famous by naming his fragrance after his new hometown. He started producing the fragrance in 1709 and still the firm of Maürer & Wirtz produces the same formula there today.

 

 Gathered and ready to hit Cologne

 

 Cologne’s fat pigeons

 

 Another group waiting to depart

Unfortunately, our guide this morning is so full of himself, it makes it hard to listen to what he has to say. He goes on and on about his first book and what he is thinking might be his second book. He seems to be very well versed on architecture and wants to let us know this but he stays grounded in the minute details of what he has to show us and never seems to understand that we are not as interested as he might think. You would think that when he asks if there are any questions, the lack of response ought to give him a clue—maybe he thinks that we have taken it all in and absorbed our fill—he just does not get it.

We are visiting the Cathedral of the Three Kings (the Wisemen who visited the birth of the Crist Child) and the place is fabulous, but I have no desire to know the exact dimensions of each of the stained glass windows on every wall of the structure.

 

 The Cathedral of the Three Kings (Cologne)

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

  

Eventually we have to walk away and leave the guide with those that have the desire to listen to his mundane drivel. A group of us peeled off—pretty much the usual suspects—we headed out the door and down the steps to a massive town square and over to a pastry shop which turned out to be an entrance to the main downtown train station—the cinnamon flatbread was fantastic.

Then we make our way across the square where we have spotted a coffee shop. Knowing that we need to continue to support the local economy, we partake of their beverage—I know you are thinking we have found another place to imbibe a couple of more beers, but this time it is still early morning and we order some coffee.

 

Patsy, Ginger & Jerry Leininger, Buddy & Carolyn Morgan, 

Jim & Leslie Clemments

While we are taking in the activity of the square, a spontaneous pep rally breaks out on the massive steps leading up to the Cathedral entrance that we made our exit from. They were too far for us to determine their language, but we were entertained by their performance.

 

 Spontaneous Pep Rally

Making our way on our own back to where the Amadeus Elegant is docked and knowing that we will not have another chance to support the local alcohol industry, several of us begin to look for another establishment that will take our meager Euros and provide us a beverage in kind. Carolyn and I find an establishment run by a guy and his two children (son & daughter) that is open and willing to serve us. We are quickly joined by Buddy and we order a round.

 Our last German Beer

Making our way back to meet up with the others, we come across the stragglers who have waited on us to return.

 

Jerry & Ginger Leininger and Leslie & Jim Clemments

At lunch today aboard the Amadeus Elegant, Patsy and I are joined by Stan and Christine Key and Lee and Joanne Billingsley. What a great bunch of people we have met and gotten to know on this trip.

We spent a little time in our cabin filling out the Gohagen questionnaire and getting our tip package ready for the Amadeus Elegant crew—an obligation all European riverboat travelers must undertake.

Next up is the port talk by Shelley on what our tactics will be for tomorrow morning’s arrival in and departure from Amsterdam. Sounds easy enough!

Professor Josiah Osgood (Georgetown University) has our attention at 3 PM to finish up his lecture on the Romans and the Rhine. He discusses how some of the German stereotypes persist until today and how the Germanic people moved from the east side of the Rhine into all the other areas of the European continent. His take on the entire subject is that the German General Flavius Stilicho (sometimes Stilico, a member of the Roman Army) insured the better organization of the German peoples and the fact that the Rhine froze over on New Year’s Eve in 406 AD for the first time in many years, allowed the peoples in the east to cross over and begin to move into the western parts of Europe—thus beginning the Fall of the Roman Empire.

Almost immediately following the lecture, Patsy and I make our way to the aft library and gather with Giesela Boelhouwer and Juliane Heynen (those Saskatchewan ladies), Ginger (and later Jerry) Leininger, Sara Hill, and Joanne (and later Lee) Billingsley for some very spirited discussion on all that we have seen and done during our trip.

Following our trip aft, we head to our cabin to get (semi) dressed for the Captain’s farewell dinner. We find seats this time with Lee and Joanne plus Dave and Joyce. Boy, the stories that were told that evening would make your ears curl. Nothing was left to wonder about. A great deal of the stories centered on our days on the campus of Texas A&M; a common thread that we all have. Roy Bud (Ball State attendee) stopped by and talked just a little. I had the chance to discuss our common past in the military several times and enjoyed meeting him very much. Roy was a two tour in Vietnam Army Captain who left the second time pretty well shot up. A True Veteran.

After dinner, it seemed that nobody was going to be the first to exit the dining room. Everybody wanted to hang on and talk just a little more. We all had become such good friends, no one wanted to leave. Eventually we had to hug everybody and say our goodbyes—we were on one of the early busses to the airport and some others were staying for the two-day extended tour of Amsterdam.

Morning found us docked in Amsterdam. We were up early and had our bags out for our last luggage pickup and handling by the Amadeus Elegant crew.

 

Bags ready – Last morning

 

Hello, I’m A’DAM

Patsy and I made our way down to breakfast; joined by Kevin and Becky, then Rick and Tamara Dirkse (from Rockwall).  Before you know it, we are on the bus to the airport. Our bags were loaded early and I feel very lucky that they were easy to find—the loading and multiple flight carriers was not thought through very well by the Goahgen guys. Luckily enough, we were much earlier than the other departures that the guides were able to call back and get the situation corrected for the next departures.

We made it through the passport check and baggage handling without too much trouble, but the airport was really crowded.

While waiting in the staging area, the guy next to me got up and left the area and his bags. I first thought he was behind me just stretching his legs, but when he didn’t come back around and sit down, I ask the lady across from me if he was still behind me. She immediately got up and reported him to the Dutch authorities. When he did walk back up, they took him off to the side, inspected his carry on and questioned him for some twenty minutes—pretty gruffly, I might add—before they let him resume his seat.

Once again, I headed through the security check—the Dutch having this a bit backwards from the US. I didn’t make it—two shoulder replacements caused the machine to go crazy. I underwent a fairly rough full body frisk before I was passed and allowed to board the flight.

Coincidentally, we were departing west only a few days ahead of the Malaysian Air flight 17 that was shot down over eastern Ukraine—another time we were in the right place at the right time.

We had a fantastic time and would do it again—but only after I have checked more of my wanta-go-tos off my list. Man! Was I glad to get back home to my Pups: Little Gus and Otis!