Showing posts with label travel. Show all posts
Showing posts with label travel. Show all posts

Sunday, June 30, 2024

Book Review: Go To Hell


You can go to hell and back with the help of this one-of-a-kind illustrated travel guide to real-life underworld destinations around the globe. Full of intrigue, lore, and plenty of brimstone and fire, each of the 54 destinations—from Antarctica's Blood Falls to a tropical hell on Grand Cayman island—will be worth adding to your devilish bucket list.

The world over, humans have been fascinated by hell in some form or another for thousands of years and across cultures. Now, with this illustrated collection, you can add hell to your travel bucket list with more than 50 one-of-a-kind underworld destinations, from ghost towns where Halloween is always in season, to ancient caves long viewed as entrances to Hades, to volcanoes that brim with fire and legend.

Saturday, March 16, 2024

Book Review: Walt Disney World Hacks, 2nd Edition


Did you know…

- Some attractions inflate their wait time at the end of the day to discourage riders from entering the line when they’re preparing to close? Check the rides in person...you might be able to cut your wait time in half since there might not actually be a long line!

- Although pricier, Genie+ can sometimes come with extra “freebies”—if you know where to look? A great benefit is free digital downloads of select Disney PhotoPass attraction photos.

- Packing something as simple as an extra pair of socks can really save your Disney day? Whether you’re met with unexpected weather or are just tired from miles (literally!) of walking, switching out your socks halfway through the day can provide a much-needed refresh.

Monday, December 29, 2008

Going Back to Raleigh...

...to Raleigh, to Raleigh. Going back to Raleigh - I don't think so.

(my apologies to L.L. Cool J)

Actually, we did take a trip three hours across state to head back to Raleigh on Saturday of this past weekend. Part of our family Christmas gift was tickets to the Carolina Hurricanes hockey game. The other part was incentive for our son to get back into the groove of walking after six weeks from his knee surgery (he's out of the wheelchairs and now getting around just fine - no running yet, but the surgery seems to have done the trick).

We took off in the van on Saturday morning, had lunch at Kanki (our favorite Japanese restaurant - since the Japanese in Hickory stinks on ice) at the mall, then shopped around a bit (didn't buy a thing though). Then we drove up to Wake Forest to check out the old houses we lived in (mostly just a drive by for old times sake). Then before the game, we checked into the North Raleigh Hilton where we were staying for the night and got changed into our jerseys.

The game was a lot of fun. Carolina was wearing their new, black home jerseys though (more merchandising for the fans to purchase I guess). They were playing the Boston Bruins, who were very good and beat us 4 to 2. Still, for us, the game isn't about winning (though that would be nice). We so enjoy going to hockey games in person, so you can scream and get psyched and just have a blast. Much better than watching hockey on TV.

We got back to the hotel around 11pm and flipped on the TV. Found Star Trek: First Contact on so we watched the last hour. The Hilton has these fantastic, widescreen LCD TV's in all rooms - and most of the channels were in HD to boot. It was a nice way to unwind before bed.

Before driving back home on Sunday, we had to hit another favorite restaurant for brunch. This time it was the Twisted Fork where kids eat free on Sundays. So, we had a little savings. Good thing too as my son ate more than any of us at Japanese the day before. It's tough having a growing pre-teen. He slept on the way home, and my wife watched some Grey's Anatomy episodes on her iPod. Thus, I made great time driving home while listening to the First Wave channel on XM/Sirius.

It was a fun little trip and a great edition to the vacation time.

Sunday, August 3, 2008

Dunkirk Travelogue 2008 - Part 7

The Tourists

Sunday was our final day of our trip before the long drive home on Monday. Since it was my son's first time up to New York state, we knew where we had to take him: Niagara Falls. I had taken my wife there when she and I went up for my 20th reunion - that was her first time as well as my first time visiting the Canadian side of the Falls. We figured my son would enjoy it.

We hoped in the car and left Dunkirk at about 9am, grabbing some Tim Horton's donuts and beverages to eat in the car along the way. The trip up didn't take too long at all - about an hour to get us to the Peace Bridge. We had to sit a little bit in line to present our identification before entering Canada.


If you've never been, the Canadian side of Niagara Falls is very much a tourist center, with lots of attractions and businesses and restaurants to attract the visitors to the natural wonder of the Falls. You have your wax museums, your botanical gardens, your casinos and hotels. We had one singular thing in mind though, and that would be the famous Maid of the Mist boat trip that takes you up close and personal to the Falls.

There were a lot of people there that Sunday morning, including some large tourist groups from Asian countries. Also a lot of people speaking French, my guess they were native Canadians. The lines moved pretty quickly though and soon we donned our blue plastic ponchos for the trip. We found a spot by the rail and were ready to experience the fury of the Falls.

My son loved it! He thought it was one of the coolest things he had ever seen. Score one for the parents.


What could make the day any better for him? How about having some real chicken wings in a real wing joint in Buffalo, the home of the wings? So, that's what we did on our way back to Dunkirk. We took a slight detour to Sheridan (thank you, GPS, for getting us there very easily) and stopped at Duff's. For the three of us we ordered twenty mild-medium and ten medium. On Duff's scale of flavor, the medium are hot so we dared not venture to their hot or, heavens forbid, nuclear sauce. Add a huge helping of fries and some blue cheese and celery and you've got a meal that any native Western New Yorker like myself would love.

We got back to the hotel in Dunkirk late in the afternoon. My son spent some time in the pool while my wife worked out in the gym. I started to get the car packed up with most of our stuff so that our departure in the morning would go smoother.

Monday morning, we were up at 4am and on the road, again with Tim Horton's food to go, by 5am. Unlike the trip north, our return trip was pretty uneventful. Stopping for the usual breaks, gas, and an hour for lunch, we still managed to get home by 4:20pm - so we made pretty decent time. No unexpected delays. No surprises.

All in all, our trip to Dunkirk was a rousing success. We all had fun even if we were a little worn out from the whirlwind nature of the trip. Next time we go up that way, especially if we drive, we'll plan it so we can stay in town for a full week with bookend weekends. I'm just getting too old to do it as quick a turnaround as we did it this time.

Dunkirk Travelogue 2008 - Part 6

Sa-Sa-Saturday Night

We left the picnic at about 6:45pm (a few minutes before it officially ended). Now, if it were me, we would have been the first to arrive and the last to depart, but that's just the way I am. We did have to run by the drugstore to pick up something for my son and we decided to hit the drive-thru at McDonald's on Route 60 as well (just for a small snack and a drink before the evening's festivities). Right after we got back to the hotel, my son got cleaned up (he had gotten rather dirty running through the creek towards the end of the picnic) and settled in for an evening of computer games.


Dianne buzzed by cell phone at about 7:30pm to say she was over at the Point to see how the keg party turned out (a couple of folks Friday night who weren't going to the picnic said they'd be doing a keg party at the Point during the day for whoever wanted to come). Turns out the kegger didn't get far off the ground. They got out there after 5pm instead of 2pm like originally planned. And instead of a keg it was a cooler of beers and a few pizzas. Not a big turnout. So, we told Dianne to head over to the Clarion and that we'd join her downstairs at the Clarion's dockside bar - the official site of the Saturday post-picnic gathering.

The weather couldn't have been any more perfect. There was a cool breeze coming off the lake but not too cool. Being outside in the opening evening air at the hotel's deck, it made for great locale for the final reunion get-together. Folks could take a walk along the waterfront if they liked (and some did just that later in the evening). It allowed for plenty of room for folks to talk too.

We weren't there but a few minutes when Denice and then Kimberly joined us. The band for the night was setting up and we guessed that they might turn out to be loud, so we commandeered a bunch of tables in the open courtyard area down by the pool. Good thing we did too as the numbers quickly ramped up. Mary Lou, Margaret, Sharon (Gadewoltz) and Ryan soon joined us. Then Gary and his wife arrived, and then Lynette and her friend Nikki. Soon the menus were passed around with food and drink ordered. The Bud Light girls came by giving us raffle tickets and free bottle openers. The party didn't take long to ramp up.

Within an hour, more classmates arrived - some from the picnic earlier in the day, some from Friday night and some I had not seen yet all weekend. I was able to talk with Larry Klajbor and Laurie (Pietro). A few of us talked with Edwin Ramos about the events of Senior Skip Day back in 1983 and how a number of the skippers managed to work their way back in to the Senior Class trip to Darren Lake a week later (where Molly Hatchet was performing). I saw Greg Skubis and his wife briefly.

The band was playing a road-house blues type of music. They were pretty good but loud. At one point, Lubs Lugen got out a set of spoons and began playing them where we were all hanging out. Eventually, some of the gals from our class dragged him up to play a number with the band. He's pretty good with them.

By midnight, I was ready to call it a night. I knew we had big plans for Sunday, our final day in town before the long drive back home on Monday. I number of folks had started to depart. Kimberly and her husband had to be ready for church for 8am. Ryan had to get home to his family. Dianne had an early morning planned as well. Surprisingly, my wife was the one who was enjoying the conversation with folks so much that lead us ultimately to staying down until 12:45am. We said our goodbyes to folks who hadn't left yet, some of which was contact that might have to last another five years until the next reunion.


(to be continued...)

Saturday, August 2, 2008

Dunkirk Travelogue 2008 - Part 5


The Reunion Picnic

Just outside of Dunkirk, in the small town of Forestville, is the Merritt Estate Winery and that was going to be the site for our 25th class reunion picnic. The drive to there didn't take long at all, about fifteen minutes total. There are a lot of small towns and villages around Dunkirk - each with their own character and charm. A lot of my classmates remained in the area, moving about a ten to twenty mile radius away from the town we all grew up. Some moved a bit further up towards Buffalo which is only about a forty minute trip away to the north or towards Jamestown which is about the same time distance to the east or towards Erie, PA, which is about that time distance to the south (can't go west of Dunkirk as that puts you smack dab in the middle of Lake Erie).

Of course, I was styling for the picnic. I had found a pair of black and yellow checkered Vans sneakers while on vacation in Gaitlinburg, TN, a few months back. When I found the store had the shoes in my size, I knew I had to get them. They were so 80's and perfect for the class of 83's reunion. On that same trip, I managed to find a pair of yellow dress shorts to go with them. The weekend prior to the reunion, we went shopping in Greensboro, NC, and I found a black silk shirt to complete the outfit. I was very psyched!

The winery offered a number of aspects that made it a perfect site for our party. First and foremost, they do their own catering and have a covered pavilion with picnic tables for eating. This would have been crucial if the weather had done what was original forecast - scattered thunderstorms. Luckily, there was a brief shower around noon and then the sky cleared by the time the picnic began at 2pm. We got a slight sprinkle at 7pm, just the the picnic was ending. Someone upstairs was watching out for the class of 1983.

There was also a large grassy yard area, perfect for games like volleyball, soccer, horseshoes, etc. for the kids to play. After all, it was a family picnic and one of the first times in the four reunions we've had (5 year, 10 year, 20 year and now 25 year) where we've done something where we could bring the kids. Folks asked about it after the 20th (as we've done the formal dinner/dance a number of times). It worked out absolutely perfect. Everyone got to bring along their kids to show them off. The kids instantly took to one another and began playing together without much proding from the adults. It was kind of neat to see the kids of classmates I grew up with all the way back in elementary school forming good bonds (like my son and my friend Denice's son, both of whom are nearly the same age, who wandered off to the nearby creek for a treasure hunting adventure).

The third great aspect of the winery was the winery itself. This was perfect for the spouses and significant others. While the classmates all got together to chat about old times, they were able to go up and do tours and wine tasting. That kept them busy. We even brought back a half case of wine to North Carolina as my wife managed to fine a few of the winery's offerings that she found tasty. My wife was also able to spend time discussing wines and European travel with Nikki, a friend of my friend Lynette, so she was kept entertained for the party.

For me, the best part of the picnic was being able visit in a more relaxed, quiet setting with the 29 classmates who signed up for the picnic. Out of a class of 252 graduates (minus those we've lost over the years), this was about a 12% showing. Not bad really. Given economic factors like the cost of gas and plane tickets, I can see it would have been hard for some folks who were scattered across the country to make it back. Also, a number of folks had conflicts (prior family commitments, etc.) that prevented them from coming back for the reunion. It would have been nicer to have a few more of the folks who stayed local to come, but again I am sure scheduling and such prevented them to do so. On the flip side, the smaller number insured plenty of time to catch up with everyone over the five hour period.

A number of people at the picnic I had seen at the bar the night before. But there were also new folks as well.

I've known Colleen (Shubert) since elementary school. Also, her father was and still is the golf pro at Shorewood Country Club; Jack was the person who taught me how to golf when I was a kid. Colleen and I would see each other all summer, hanging out at the club and playing in the Junior Golf tournaments and such every Friday morning. Ironically, we now live less than two hours apart since she and her family moved to SC from Vegas and my family has relocated to the western part of NC.

I didn't make it to the golf tournament that Gerry Hall coordinated for earlier that morning at Shorewood. I haven't swung a club in ages and more likely would have embarrassed myself more than anything else. Gerry said they had about a half dozen folks that came out to play. He's been a member of the club for years now and remembered my mother.

Ed Balzer and his family also made the trip up from NC (they live even closer to me, just in Charlotte). I believe they actually had come up for a week to visit. So glad they could make the trip up (hopefully they didn't hit the same road issues we did - I'm guessing they would have driven up the same way).

Mike Goulding was another of our classmates who had been living in NC (on the coast). I saw him a few years back but it was good to see him again. "Spike" is now living in Minnesota, a place my wife is familiar with (she has family there). He has yet to endure one of their winters. He'll be in for some interesting times compared to the temperate Carolina winters.

Linda (Hollander) and Karen (Dimmer) are two more folks I've known since elementary school. Both now live closer to Buffalo and made the trip down for the day with their families just for the picnic. I hadn't seen either of them in a long long time. Karen and I talked about our brothers who were of similar ages and often hung out together. My brother often went to the Dimmer household to play poker. That's one of those things about growing up in a small town - you have a lot of connections through different ways and means. I guess that was one thing I loved about Dunkirk and that I miss - that small town feel of everyone knowing everyone.

Other people who still live in town or nearby who I have not seen in ages were Tom Thompson, Gina (Campese), Bill Matteson, Linda (Medley), Michelle (Polchetti), and Mary Jo (Galardo).

About 5pm or so, we all gathered at the tables. Gary gave a little speech and awarded the door prizes (first RSVP went to Gerry, last person signed up went to Kimberly, longest distance travelled was a tie between our two Florida residents - Deb and Dianne). Gary also announced that as of 7pm he was officially retiring as our reunion planner (he has been involved with the last three). Somehow I think he won't be able to stay away from the plans for the next one - he does such an awesome job! Plus, I have a feeling he'll be getting quite a bit more help from a number of us both local and distant. We all enjoy these gatherings so much to let them end at the 25th.

During the last hour of the picnic, someone had the great idea for us to get a class picture to commemorate the event. Arming the spouses with cameras, the 22 of us who remained got together for a group shot. After about a dozen shots, we finally got it perfect. It was a great way to mark the event and the turn-out for an absolutely perfect event.


(to be continued...)

Dunkirk Travelogue 2008 - Part 4

Walking Central Avenue


Dunkirk is laid out in such a way that it is great for walking. Central Avenue runs east to west from the docks at Lake Erie to the D-F Plaza which is near the thruway. Main Street also runs parallel to Central, although they've rerouted that a little over the years. Central is nice for walking too as it has sidewalks all the way.

My wife is training for the Breast Cancer Cure walk in Charlotte in October, so she needed to do five miles of walking each day of the weekend. Since it was about 2.4 miles from the hotel to the plaza, that would be a perfect walk distance for us. So, by 8:30am we in our workout clothes and ready to walk. The weather was perfect - slightly cloudy and a nice breeze off the lake.

As we walked, I pointed out various sites in town and told them about my growing up in Dunkirk. Since it was my son's first visit there and only my wife's second, most of the stories and facts were pretty fresh for them. We passed by the Observer which produces the town's local newspaper. That building hasn't changed much in the past 25 years.

The Regent movie theatre wasn't on Central, but you could go that way to get to it. I remember seeing many films there in the 70's and early 80's (still have clippings in a scrapebook somewhere to mark the films I saw on the big screen). The floors were always so sticky from spilled soda and buttered popcorn, and the folding down seats would creak a lot (I think the metal joints needed greasing). Still, it has a very neat atmosphere to it.

We passed the downtown business district were in my youth there were a number of department stores used to be. Kresge's had this snack bar where you could order fries or a sundae. They had balloons overhead - you would pick one and pop it, and inside was a piece of paper to tell you what you'd pay. That was a place that often sold three-packs of mixed comic books for a quarter (you could see two of the three books but the middle one was always hard to determine. Across the street was where another old department store used to be. It had a neat toy shop in the basement which was always decorated for the holidays. I think I got my first Mego action figures there. They also had a pneumatic-tube system that shot checks up to the main office on the second floor for validation.

In the early 80's, there was a video arcade downtown as well. Spent a lot of time in there, dropping quarters to play Ms. Pac-Man, Frogger, Mousetrap, Burger Time, Robotron and Tempest. I think it was housed where a wings place now resides, so that's a pretty fair trade off (I like wings as much as I like video games).

There is still a grocery store on Central but the name has changed. Pete's, a newstand I often went to when roaming around town looking for comics, is long gone - there is a recruiting center for the Marines there now. We passed City Hall and the Post Office (both look about the same from the outside).

Next up was Brooks Memorial Hospital where I was born and had hernia surgeries when I was five years old and then again when I was fifteen (the later was the summer between Middle School and High School). We passed the Dunkirk Public Library which, it appears, is trying to raise money for a wheelchair access ramp. I guess I never thought about that twice going up those steep steps to checkout humor books and novels from their growing up. We passed the building that used to house my orthodontists' office (it is now another doctor's office); not a lot of great memories from there - between the taking of plaster impressions and the ever-tightening of the wires and metal bands. Yuck.

We passed the house where Mr. Sweeney, one of the middle school teachers, lived. He used to give us pop quizes every couple days when he felt folks hadn't done their nightly reading. Five questions - miss one and your average suffers, miss two and it was failure. He actually gave someone in our class detention for throwing a snowball at him while he shovelled his driveway one winter in the late 70's.

We passed the buildings that used to make up Cardinal Mindzenty, the former Catholic High School that was already closed when I was not even a teen. We passed the set of apartment buildings that my grandfather owned (and my parents owned after he passed away in the late 70's). They're still apartments but with a different name on them. We passed School 4, the elementary school where I spent six of the thirteen years of Dunkirk schooling. I've blogged about School 4 before (check the 2007 entries for more stories about those days).

We crossed Lucas Avenue and then down and up the hill. We passed the building where my grandfather's plumbing company used to be (my aunt inherited it and sold it many years later). Crino's music store is still there, as well as remnants of some of the streets that still had red brick beneath the asphalt. There were a few places in Dunkirk with roads like that.

We walked up past the large cemetary on Central and then past Boothie's ice cream. I loved those soft serve cones growing up. In my youth, Boothie's only had a small window in the back part of the building while the front was Country Fair, convenience store where I often bought candy and soda pop. Today, Boothie's takes up the entire building. Next to it is still a carwash. Back when I was a kid, they also sold Sunoco gas there.

Across the street there is a day spa now where Red & White grocery used to be (another place we went to buy candy and such). Red & White closed when I was still a kid and was bought by the Corsi family and turned into a liquor store.

Next was Seel Acres, the street I usually cut down as a short-cut home from school. A few of my friends and classmates lived on the far end of the street. Next is East Green Street, and there is still a Jehova's Witness church on the corner.

East Green Street was where I lived for fifteen years (from age 4 through most of my college years). Funny thing, as we stood at the end of the street for a moment - I never realized you could see from one end to the other. As a kid the street seemed a lot longer to get from the Central Avenue end to the Main Street end. I lived three houses from the corner on the Main Street end (the house used to be green, it is now painted red and has a huge tree in the backyard that wasn't there when I was a kid). I guess it is that perspective thing again. Everything seems larger and longer when you are a kid.

We passed Holy Trinity Church, the Catholic church we belonged to. They're celebrating their 100th anniversary this year. I remember when we first moved to town that Mass was done in the hall which now is used as a cafeteria and for bingo. The newer church was built in the early 70's on the other side of the school. Behind the church was a huge field with bleachers that every summer hosted a battle of the marching bands. You could hear that music all the way to Green Street which is a few streets away.

Of course, we passed the Fairgrounds which is where we spent time the day before and then, finally, we reached the D-F Plaza. The D is for Dunkirk and the F is for Fredonia since the plaza sort of resides on the boarder line between the town of Dunkirk and the village of Fredonia.

As I waited for my wife and son to use the bathroom at the drug store, I couldn't help but think about the changes here too. The drug store is where Mr. Donut used to be. I remember a Kodak hut in the parking lot that is long since gone. The YMCA is no longer there either (at least I don't think it is). Sidey's is gone and has been replaced with a Big Lots, two opposite ends of the shopping spectrum really. The Book Nook and JCPenney are still there. But there is no Record Giant any more (who needs records these days?). At the far end, Putt-a-Bit miniature golf is gone as is the two screen Cine theatre; there is just a grassy lot where those two once stood.

So, we made our return trip down the other side of the avenue. I pointed out a few neighborhoods on this side where I knew classmates had grown up. Beyond one street was a playground we used to go to every now and again. By the time we hit downdown again, we'd noted that there were no trash cans outside a lot of the stores. That was odd. I remember there being ones when I grew up. Instead, there was trash on some sidewalks. I had to wonder if vandalism was the reason to not have them (too easy for someone to throw or knock over). That was kind of sad.

When we got back to Lake Shore Drive again, we crossed the street to the dock area and had a late brunch at Dimitri's restaurant (took us a little less than two hours to do the whole circuit of our walk). Growing up, there was a restaurant there called Mark's but the name had changed long before I left town permanently in 1988. We ate outside by the lake so we could take in the fresh air and sounds (I had the steak and eggs since the walk really worked up my appettite).

A nice morning all and all, and a great start to what would continue to be a great day.


(to be continued...)

Friday, August 1, 2008

Dunkirk Travelogue 2008 - Part 3

Who's That Girl (Who's That Guy)


We got back to the Clarion hotel from dinner with the family at 9:20pm. I took a quick shower and got changed. While my wife did the same, I got our son set up for some time on his computer (playing one of those online games he does). By 10:30, she and I were ready to head out the front of the hotel, cross Lake Shore Drive and join the already in-full-swing party at Walleye Willie's.

Now, the bar gets its name from the walleye fish which can be caught in Lake Erie. From the front, it appears rather interesting with a full glass window on one side and a second floor pool room. The entire back is enclosed in a high wooden privacy fence. That actually allows for the bar to spill out onto the open porch in back and then further to a grassy area that also has a sand volleyball pit. When you come in to the front door, there is a bandstand along the front window and also a small room off to the one side for sitting and such. When we arrived the band for the night - a Beatles cover band called "Beatle Magic" complete with costume changes for each set - was already setting the loud mood for the night. While it was 60's music instead of 80's, it still worked to take us all back in time.

As I was getting my wife and I a soft drinks from the bar, someone on the stool to my left bumped into me. When I turned, the person started to apologize and then got a good look at me. He said, "Hey, Martin, I bet you don't remember me". Without missing a beat I said, "sure I recognize you, Chris Bomasuto". He smiled. I probably hadn't seen him in 25 years but I would know him anywhere. That would set the tone for the night. We talked for a few moments while I waited for my sodas.


After that, we made our way through the crowed floor looking for my old crew - the folks I hung out with during the later part of high school and after when I came home from college. Along the way, I ran into Rob Gloff and his wife Cindy; Rob and I grew up on the same street two doors apart. Rob hasn't changed one bit since high school. I also ran into Rich Corsi who as has changed very little in 25 years. Our brothers graduated together and were very close friends. We talked briefly about that. I got welcoming hugs from Ellen (Zielinski) and Stephanie (Stanton) too; they were close friends in high school and still are today.


I finally found my group - Kimberly (DeRider), Dianne (Moch), and Lynette Kuhlman were all there with great big hugs and welcomes. I had talked to them online and over the phone since the 20th reunion. We sort of found a good spot to hang out and catch up, just on the edge between the bar and the back patio and in the center. It was also the perfect to survey the flow of the crowd and the faces. There was quite a bit of "who is that talking with so-and-so?" and "behind you, to the left, isn't that...?". Eventually we'd figure it out after some debate and the occasional assistance from another party.


Gary Worosz (who coordinated most of the reunion events for the weekend) caught my eye and came over. I had to wish he and his wife Liz a happy anniversary as this night fell on the night they wed sixteen years prior. I chatted a bit too with John Nalepa, another person I hadn't spoken with since the last reunion. Robert Lugen came by and insisted on us drinking a toast with him (I'm still not quite sure the actual wording, but "Lubs" was in such a festive mood that I just went with the flow).


Of course, I had to say hey to folks who have been regulars for years the Yahoo Group which I moderate for our classmates. We talk online all the time but it still good to see them in person, to hear their voices, etc. This would include folks like Denice (Schmatz), Margaret (Madigan), Lisa (Schrantz), Deb (Yacklon), Ryan Corbett, and Katie (Knack) - who actually graduated with the class of 84 but we allow her to "crash" the group as our official underclassman mascot.


There was a lot what I like to call recognition across the way too. You know, where you glance around and catch the eye of a face you are pretty sure is familiar. They then see you, you both have that moment of "ah-ha" and then make your way towards one another to catch up. Had a lot of those that night including with Mike Formanovich, Mary Lou (Lajewski) and Lisa (Miller). Some folks I barely recognized at first glance like Rich Kaus and Kevin Worosz - that is until someone connected the faces to the names. Of course, another part of the challenge was that it wasn't just our classmates hanging out at Walleye Willie's that night. There were a lot of folks from town, some who graduated in the years before or after us as well as some who never even went to Dunkirk High. So, even if you saw someone you knew talking to someone else, that second someone might be someone you never met in your life. That's what made the night so challenging.


I also had an idea of who I'd be seeing at the main reunion event tomorrow and who I would not. A number of folks who live in and around town still had not signed up for the Saturday day event for whatever reason, so catching them out at the bar on Friday night was a good chance to take a few moments to reconnect. A lot of folks for the most part looked the same, just 25 years older. The guys maybe lost a little hair or had put on a few pounds. Usually with the girls it was changes in hair color and length that made the identification a bit more of a challenge. But if you looked, really looked, at the faces - the eyes and such - or heard a voice over the loud music of the band you were able to get that spark of recognition that was needed for the memories to come flooding back.


There was a lot of pictures taken that night too. A number of folks had their digital cameras and would snap off quick group shots as folks were talking and catching up. A lot of smiles in those photos (gotta love digital pictures - by the end of the weekend there we plenty posted on our class Yahoo group).

My wife and I only stayed for about an hour and a half Friday night, due to having only five hours sleep earlier. I would have liked to have stayed longer to visit but I knew I was starting to be walking-dead. Still, we made the most of the time and knew that we'd see at least 29 of the classmates (plus spouses and families) the next day. From what I heard on Saturday, we missed some line dancing (a little Electric Slide, any one?) and some rather interesting encounters between folks. Some folks stayed out until 4am or 5am. God bless them. That's the time of day I usually get up; I cannot fathom being up and partying into the wee hours of the morning any more like that. I'm getting old and really enjoy my sleep while it is still dark out. ;)


(to be continued...)

Thursday, July 31, 2008

Dunkirk Travelogue 2008 - Part 2

A Family / A Fair

We had a wake up call set for 9:30am. Good thing I have a great internal clock when I sleep as the call did not come. Still, I was awake by 9:15am and excited for our day ahead of us. This trip was for my 25th high school reunion and there were events planned on both Friday and Saturday. Still, I had a few plans for things I wanted to do on Friday as well so I got the family up and ready to go by 10:30am.

First stop was to my aunt's house, and along the way I gave my wife and son a quick tour of stuff (pointed out my old middle school, the hospital where I was born, the house where the local country club's golf pro lived, the florist that sold great stick candy for pennies back in the day, etc.). My aunt actually lives in the house my grandparents lived in growing up (she lived next door, but now her youngest daughter lives there while she lives with her middle daughter in my grandparents' old house). Anyway, we dropped in for a quick visit and to pick up two things: directions to my middle cousin's cottage where we'd be having dinner that night and tickets to the county fair.

After getting some breakfast/lunch at the Bob Evans, we headed over to the Chatauqua County Fairgrounds. The reunion dates were picked, in part, to coincide with the Fair, giving folks who were coming back home another event to take part of. Growing up, the Fair was a huge thing every summer. I'd often go for a day with my youngest cousin, to ride the rides and play the games and eat the food. We'd also go with the whole family on Wednesday night every year; Wednesday was traditionally the night of the Joey Chitwood motor show. We always had a ball at the Fair.


Going back after 20+ years as a 43 year old adult, the Fair seemed a bit smaller. Sure, most of the same things were there: the exhibit hall for crafts, the livestock buildings, the I Got It game, certain concession stands still owned and run by the same families after all these years, the midway laid out in pretty much the same fashion with the carnival games down one aisle and the rides up the middle, etc. It just seemed smaller from a grown up perspective. It didn't take too long for us to check most of the things out. We did, however, ride a few rides including the Tilt-A-Whirl or, as I called it after one ride in my youth - the Tilt-A-Hurl (because I mistakenly drank a Pepsi after riding it then and did not make it to the nearest restroom in time - you want to make someone made at the Fair, go and barf in front of their booth.).

After a few hours, we went back to the van which we parked for free at the D-F Plaza lot, and headed back to the hotel. There we took a few minutes to take a walk around the water front of Lake Erie harbor. The weather was nice and cool, and the pathway along the breakwall that protects the harbor was nice place to just walk and talk. Again, I shared memories of growing up here, of swimming in the lake when it wasn't so polluted, of fishing on the dock with my father, etc.

After our walk, we drove out to my cousins' cottage for dinner. Now, that was an experience too. Turns out this community has a creek that runs through the center of it down to the lake. To get to my cousins' place, you have to drive through the creek. Yup, you read that right. Luckily the creek was low so it wasn't too challenging. There we visited with most of the family, had a dinner of hot dogs, potato salad, corn on the cob (locally grown, yum) and birthday cake. My three cousins all celebrate their birthdays in the July/August months, so for the first time in a long time we had a family birthday for them. It was just like when we were growing up. We had a lot of fun.

At 9pm, it was time to say goodbye to the family and head back to the hotel to get cleaned up. It was time for the Friday evening portion of the reunion festivities!


(to be continued...)

Wednesday, July 30, 2008

Dunkirk Travelogue 2008 - Part 1

Take The Long Way Home

On Thursday July 24th, my family loaded up the new van and began the 600 mile trek from Hickory, NC, to the town I grew up in - Dunkirk, NY. Of course, before we could even start out, I had to first drive an hour to the Boy Scout camp outside of Rutherfordton, NC, pick up my son who had been at camp since Sunday the 27th, drive the hour back to the house, unload his camp gear and load up our trip stuff. Good thing my wife was willing to drive the first leg when we left our house at 4pm.

Everything was going great until the tunnels of Virginia. First encountered on I-77 was the Big Walker tunnel. Now, my wife doesn't like going through them to begin with (she's a bit claustrophobic) but she was driving so she just dealt with it. After the first tunnel is about 10 miles of road before the second one. That ten miles took nearly an hour and 45 minutes to traverse, in part due to maintenance going on at the East River Mountain tunnel. Traffic was stopped completely for most of that period while two lanes of traffic slowly became one. Ugh. So, the first four hours of the trip we barely clocked in 160 miles total. Not good.

We ate a very late dinner and then I took over. The van GPS which, by the way, is a godsend, was pretty good about keeping us fully on track. However, it had clocked the trip for 9 hours, assuming a speed of 67 mph. Well, we still had another six and half hours to go, according to her, so I had to make up some time. The best laid plans of mice and men...

If you've never driven the Pennsylvania highways, I need to point out that they are always under construction. Every time I have made a trip back to New York since moving south 20 years ago, we always encounter construction in the Keystone State. This trip was no different. Lots of slowing down, narrowing of lanes with cement barriers, orange barrels, single lanes, etc. By midnight, we still had quite a good distance to go.

It was time to make a decision. Did we find a hotel, stop and get about five hours sleep and then do the final three hours in the morning, or did we just push on and drive the rest of the way? Either way we would only get five hours sleep at best. We had plans for Friday which didn't allow for much buffer. Also, at midnight the traffic was pretty much non-existent. Come morning, who knew what delays we'd hit? My wife called the hotel in Dunkirk, explained that we had a reservation beginning Friday night and asked if they had a room open should we arrive at 3am. They said they would have our room for us. We decided to press on!

Besides the GPS, the other blessing of the van is the XM radio system. Except in the mountain tunnels, we had clear single all the way. I love that! No fishing for stations, no settling for genres you don't want. At 11pm, XM 8 the 80's started an American Top 40 countdown with Casey Kasem from 1980, so I had a soundtrack to drive to.

Even still, by 2am, my eyes were starting to get droopy. We pulled into a Sheetz gas station to top off the tank, use the bathroom, and refill on caffenated beverages. My wife took over to drive an hour while I allowed by eyes to relax a bit. Towards the end of her hour, the New York state border was just ahead. We pulled over just before getting on to the New York State Thruway, and I drove the final little bit. As we hit the Dunkirk exit, I had her turn off the GPS. I was back in the town I grew up in and knew my way around even after all this time.

We pulled up to the Clarion hotel on Lake Erie at 4am, did a quick check-in, hauled our stuff to the room and crashed. Okay, technically my son crashed again as he had slept nearly the whole trip in the car up (scout camp tends to wear him out). Still, it was great to be finally getting some sleep, as little as it would be. In a few hours, we'd have things to do for our 72 hours in Dunkirk.

(to be continued...)