I don't know how many of you are familiar with the phrase Citius, Altius Fortius. It is in fact the Olympic motto and is Latin for faster higher stronger. Since I mentioned the Olympics, I suppose by now that everybody knows Benn won the Pan Am Games and thereby qualified a C1 slot for Team USA in the Olympics. First box checked. Now he needs to win the spot for himself. Stay tuned.
That is not actually why I mentioned the Olympic motto. I did so to lead into what I did this past weekend. I went to the USA Track and Field Masters National Indoor Meet. The motto there is somewhat different depending on who you ask. Some will say it is, "Slower, Lower Weaker." Others say, "Older Slower Lower." Either way it is the perfect motto for a track meet where you might see studly thirty year old competitors who could have even competed in Olympic trials four years ago. Then in the very next competition you might see ninety year olds who...well...probably didn't.
I have a 72 year old friend who throws in almost every throwing event. She has a 93 year old friend who throws at least the shot put. I know because I saw her set a US National Age group record. I also watched a group of six 80 to 84 year old men get down in the starting blocks for a 60 meter dash. Just as I was wondering if they would be able to get up, the gun sounded and they made their way at various speeds to the finish line. I have to admit that the photo finish between the two leaders was pretty exciting and way faster than I would have guessed. I find that more than interesting, maybe even inspiring, but not the best part of the meet.
The best part of the meet is that I, at 53 years old, can surround myself with serious competitors in a variety of events, not just how fast is your 5k time. I train. I learn new skills and new events. I go to compete, and I am serious about it. Did you suppose the fire in my kids bellies was spontaneous combustion? Let me put that notion to rest. My kids were raised on the sparks of their parent's competitive embers which may have cooled a bit over the years but now that I have found track and field heaven, will never die. And I would not be able to rest if I didn't mention here that they got a double dose. I am no more competitive than Marsha, although she has yet to bring home three medals from nationals. Oops, there goes that competitiveness again.
Marsha went with me and was my wing man. We had a great time. She even gave me some coaching during the 25 pound weight throw. She at one point gave me the following technical advice, "Get your head out of your ^$$ and throw it farther." And I did. That's my girl.
I didn't bring home any gold. Maybe next year. I took silver in both the 25 pound weight throw and the 56 pound weight throw and I took bronze in the shot put. I heard a phrase while I was getting warmed up for the 56 pound weight throw. Somebody reminded a friend that, "At your age there is a brief window between warmed up and worn out." When all my good throws turned out to be in the warm up and I could barely lift my arms for the competition throws, I realized what he meant. I pretty much shattered the window with my warm up throws. Lesson learned, don't warm up for the 56 pound weight throw.
Here's the cool thing though so that I leave you with some understanding. One guy threw the shot almost 2 meters farther than I did, but I encouraged him to throw farther. Another guy got ahead of me with a 13.15m throw. I answered and jumped ahead of him into second place with 13.19m. He followed with a 13.18m throw. All the while we encouraged each other and both worked hard to win. He finally put it away with a 13.5m pop that I had to be proud of him for. Afterwards we introduced our families. How cool is that? Two guys in their 50s can compete very seriously with each other. I can't say I loved finishing third, but it could have been worse. I can say that I loved competing with that guy and hope to see him next year. The same goes for those other guys in all three events. I have a renewed passion for competition.
So do you think that Benn will have enough Fraker mojo to carry him through what he has to do over the next few months? The spark is there. It all comes down to keeping his head out of his ^$$.
Tuesday, March 20, 2012
Saturday, March 3, 2012
Nerd
I'm a nerd. Yes it's true. Nerds come in a variety of types and some of us are not as obvious as others. I for instance may be among the more subtle ones. It's not because I was a math major in college. It's not because my job is in Information technology. It's not because I carry two cell phones almost all the time and one is in a case on my belt. It's not because I am excited about my daughter being involved in Science Olympiad. It's not because I'll happily sacrifice a night out with the guys from work to come home and play angry birds with Addie.
I don't know how to write this but there is or should be a brief pause here as I adjust to the shock of discovery that I'm not subtle after all. I'm eat up with nerdiness. "Eat up with" is a southern redneck phrase meaning consumed with or totally committed to. Example uses are; my house is eat up with termites (not really). My sister is eat up with the idea of growing her own organic food (really).
At any rate you may be wondering why I brought up my nerdiness. Last night we were visiting my sister and Davis called. My brand new refurb IPhone 4 which I am still learning how to use chirped with the cricket ring tone I've chosen. Since we were at Debbie's house he wanted to see the house and see everybody and see the baby chickens, ducks and guineas that Debbie is raising in the house (she's a nerd too). So he said, "Give me a minute to put some pants on and we can face time." I didn't think about the pants thing until later when it became clear that he was calling from the locker room. At any rate the face time thing was a fail on my phone. I still don't know why, but it worked on Marsha's phone. At the time I took that to mean I'm not eat up with nerdiness. You have born witness to the changing of that tide.
I got an email from Benn this morning. That's on the other phone, the Blackberry. No I don't plan to receive my email on the iPhone to combine the two. We've already established who I am. Benn is in Brazil. This trip is for a race that an American has to win. Winning this race means the US will have a C1 Olympic slot. Not winning means no American goes to the Olympics in C1. Of course Benn wants to be that American who qualifies the spot. Assuming an American wins this race, the next big race will be for the Americans to compete to see who gets to fill the slot.
I saw the red flashy light on the blackberry while I was washing the dishes and grabbed it to find an email from Benn. I sat down and answered his email. He's probably thinking what a nerd I am for answering so quickly.
Benn has a week to go in Brazil. It's not the fun Brazil on the east coast. It's the rain forest jungle Brazil on the west side. There is a job to do and Benn went there to do it. Sounds harsh and surprising for a guy who does his thing paddling a canoe, but that is truly how it is this time. I am confident that he can get the job done, but I, the nerd, am keeping both phones close while he's gone to make sure I don't miss a word of news that I might be able to get while he's there. I sort of hope though he doesn't try to face time with me till I get that figured out.
I don't know how to write this but there is or should be a brief pause here as I adjust to the shock of discovery that I'm not subtle after all. I'm eat up with nerdiness. "Eat up with" is a southern redneck phrase meaning consumed with or totally committed to. Example uses are; my house is eat up with termites (not really). My sister is eat up with the idea of growing her own organic food (really).
At any rate you may be wondering why I brought up my nerdiness. Last night we were visiting my sister and Davis called. My brand new refurb IPhone 4 which I am still learning how to use chirped with the cricket ring tone I've chosen. Since we were at Debbie's house he wanted to see the house and see everybody and see the baby chickens, ducks and guineas that Debbie is raising in the house (she's a nerd too). So he said, "Give me a minute to put some pants on and we can face time." I didn't think about the pants thing until later when it became clear that he was calling from the locker room. At any rate the face time thing was a fail on my phone. I still don't know why, but it worked on Marsha's phone. At the time I took that to mean I'm not eat up with nerdiness. You have born witness to the changing of that tide.
I got an email from Benn this morning. That's on the other phone, the Blackberry. No I don't plan to receive my email on the iPhone to combine the two. We've already established who I am. Benn is in Brazil. This trip is for a race that an American has to win. Winning this race means the US will have a C1 Olympic slot. Not winning means no American goes to the Olympics in C1. Of course Benn wants to be that American who qualifies the spot. Assuming an American wins this race, the next big race will be for the Americans to compete to see who gets to fill the slot.
I saw the red flashy light on the blackberry while I was washing the dishes and grabbed it to find an email from Benn. I sat down and answered his email. He's probably thinking what a nerd I am for answering so quickly.
Benn has a week to go in Brazil. It's not the fun Brazil on the east coast. It's the rain forest jungle Brazil on the west side. There is a job to do and Benn went there to do it. Sounds harsh and surprising for a guy who does his thing paddling a canoe, but that is truly how it is this time. I am confident that he can get the job done, but I, the nerd, am keeping both phones close while he's gone to make sure I don't miss a word of news that I might be able to get while he's there. I sort of hope though he doesn't try to face time with me till I get that figured out.
Friday, February 10, 2012
Austalian Open
"I race this weekend," was all I heard. Marsha heard, "I race on Bailey's birthday." we weren't sure what that meant. I'm usually on the ball better. I know all the ins and outs of finding Benn's race dates and times no matter what country he's in. I even the websites where results and live feeds can be found. I've followed results in Slovenian language before when all I could read was the names. This time I missed it.
The phone rang as we were turning off the lights Thursday night. It was Benn. He was calling because he was sure we had seen the results of the qualifying runs and wanted to enjoy it with us. He had already raced on Friday morning. He had a good day and we didn't even know he had a day yet. Darn those Australians for getting the days all screwed up. Did you know they set their clocks like 16 hours ahead of ours? I've heard of trying to be on time before but that's just crazy. Anyway Benn had a good qualifier and was going into the Semifinals in 5th place. He said it felt like when he was really on his game going into the 2008 Olympics. Good timing.
They advanced 30 boats to the Semifinals and previous runs don't counts, so anything can happen. We had an appointment at the bank at 4 oclock Friday and Marsha said she had found the start list and Benn was racing at 4:37. That was sort of odd since his race was Saturday morning. I was still struggling with that. But it meant we needed to hurry at the bank in order to get home and watch the live video feed. We made it. He had the fastest raw time in the semifinal but a touch, which means a 2 second penalty. that was still plenty to qualify him for the final in 5th place.
Again the final also is a fresh start but only the top ten boats. Between me and watching the final was Addie's basketball practice that lasted till 6:30, a pizza pick up and a drive home. Addie and I walked in the door as the German in front of Benn was finishing his run and Benn was in the starting gate. His run was fast and clean. clean means he didn't touch any gates, so no penalties. the run put him in second place. One guy later dropped Benn to third but he held that going into the last boat who just happened to be two time Olympic gold medalist Tony Estanget of France. Tony has messed up before, but it's rare. This was not one of those times. Benn got knocked off the podium and finished in 4th place.
Don't read that the wrong way. I am thrilled with the race. It means Benn had a great warm up race against a very strong field prior to the start of the races that count. He raced at a high quality and was clearly focused and when we talked to him thursday/friday, he was happy. I call that a success. And I don't have to spend a sleepless night looking for results. It's nice to go to bed Friday night already knowing what happened on Saturday. My only remaining question is this. Who got the birthday present on Bailey's birthday? Maybe me.
The phone rang as we were turning off the lights Thursday night. It was Benn. He was calling because he was sure we had seen the results of the qualifying runs and wanted to enjoy it with us. He had already raced on Friday morning. He had a good day and we didn't even know he had a day yet. Darn those Australians for getting the days all screwed up. Did you know they set their clocks like 16 hours ahead of ours? I've heard of trying to be on time before but that's just crazy. Anyway Benn had a good qualifier and was going into the Semifinals in 5th place. He said it felt like when he was really on his game going into the 2008 Olympics. Good timing.
They advanced 30 boats to the Semifinals and previous runs don't counts, so anything can happen. We had an appointment at the bank at 4 oclock Friday and Marsha said she had found the start list and Benn was racing at 4:37. That was sort of odd since his race was Saturday morning. I was still struggling with that. But it meant we needed to hurry at the bank in order to get home and watch the live video feed. We made it. He had the fastest raw time in the semifinal but a touch, which means a 2 second penalty. that was still plenty to qualify him for the final in 5th place.
Again the final also is a fresh start but only the top ten boats. Between me and watching the final was Addie's basketball practice that lasted till 6:30, a pizza pick up and a drive home. Addie and I walked in the door as the German in front of Benn was finishing his run and Benn was in the starting gate. His run was fast and clean. clean means he didn't touch any gates, so no penalties. the run put him in second place. One guy later dropped Benn to third but he held that going into the last boat who just happened to be two time Olympic gold medalist Tony Estanget of France. Tony has messed up before, but it's rare. This was not one of those times. Benn got knocked off the podium and finished in 4th place.
Don't read that the wrong way. I am thrilled with the race. It means Benn had a great warm up race against a very strong field prior to the start of the races that count. He raced at a high quality and was clearly focused and when we talked to him thursday/friday, he was happy. I call that a success. And I don't have to spend a sleepless night looking for results. It's nice to go to bed Friday night already knowing what happened on Saturday. My only remaining question is this. Who got the birthday present on Bailey's birthday? Maybe me.
Wednesday, January 25, 2012
Super Powers
One of my favorite superheroes has powers that do not include leaping tall buildings, propelling a canoe quickly and precisely through rapids that would terrify the average mortal, or launching heavy objects further than the average mortal. Her powers in the cerebral realm, include the ability to perform mental tasks exceeding the average mortal.
She demonstrated those powers this past Saturday at a Science Olympiad event held at Booth Middle School. Ordinary sixth grade mortals were at home watching Phenius and Ferb like me. She loves that academic stuff. She in fact recently was overheard saying, "I wonder what it's like to not make all A's."
That's quite a different attitude from her oldest brother Benn. In middle school his attitude was that any grade higher than an 89.5 demonstrated waisted effort. Brother Davis followed Benn to middle school and elevated that attitude to an art form. In his academic philosophy any grade that rounded up to more than a C was waisted effort. I think I caught him once putting forth extra effort to pull down and average that somehow edged up into the B range.
Speaking of my other two superheroes, Davis recently demonstrated his vulnerability by having to deal with an anatomical malady. He called and said he has a "Pilo-something Cyst." "Pile of what cyst," I asked? He said that was close and I should google or you tube it, but not too close to meal time. Turns out it was a Pilonidal Cyst and I'll spare you details as they are just as gross as my initial mispronunciation might bring to mind if your imagination is as twisted as mine. He did however heroically endure lancing the cyst without anesthesia while lying on a table in the track training room, a table whose edges under his hands turned to pil-o-sawdust on the floor.
I should get back to the cerebral hero however. She had a really good day at Science Olympiad. It was a lot like a track meet where there are no big sweaty guys growling as they heave heavy objects. It was a lot like a canoe race where there is no danger of cracking your boat or face on a rock or getting caught in a hydraulic. Okay, no, it was nothing like either of those except in that it was intense competition but of a vastly different kind performed by a mostly different kind of kid.
Addie, in fact, is very like her brothers in her competitiveness. She is not prone to scream intensely and gutturally during Science Olympiad competition like Davis has done at times throwing shot put. She does approach the academic intensity with which Benn studies currents and flows and surges and pole hieghts and placement and stroke placement and rock locations, but she doesn't end up wet.
Like the boys, she does love to win. And she did. She came home with three ribbons. I won't claim of course that she was the only kid to do very well that morning, but that doesn't matter. I saw the movie and know that there is more than one Green Lantern in the universe. That makes him no less a superhero and applies to her as well. He had a cool ring, which is not bad. I'll bet he didn't have three ribbons.
She demonstrated those powers this past Saturday at a Science Olympiad event held at Booth Middle School. Ordinary sixth grade mortals were at home watching Phenius and Ferb like me. She loves that academic stuff. She in fact recently was overheard saying, "I wonder what it's like to not make all A's."
That's quite a different attitude from her oldest brother Benn. In middle school his attitude was that any grade higher than an 89.5 demonstrated waisted effort. Brother Davis followed Benn to middle school and elevated that attitude to an art form. In his academic philosophy any grade that rounded up to more than a C was waisted effort. I think I caught him once putting forth extra effort to pull down and average that somehow edged up into the B range.
Speaking of my other two superheroes, Davis recently demonstrated his vulnerability by having to deal with an anatomical malady. He called and said he has a "Pilo-something Cyst." "Pile of what cyst," I asked? He said that was close and I should google or you tube it, but not too close to meal time. Turns out it was a Pilonidal Cyst and I'll spare you details as they are just as gross as my initial mispronunciation might bring to mind if your imagination is as twisted as mine. He did however heroically endure lancing the cyst without anesthesia while lying on a table in the track training room, a table whose edges under his hands turned to pil-o-sawdust on the floor.
I should get back to the cerebral hero however. She had a really good day at Science Olympiad. It was a lot like a track meet where there are no big sweaty guys growling as they heave heavy objects. It was a lot like a canoe race where there is no danger of cracking your boat or face on a rock or getting caught in a hydraulic. Okay, no, it was nothing like either of those except in that it was intense competition but of a vastly different kind performed by a mostly different kind of kid.
Addie, in fact, is very like her brothers in her competitiveness. She is not prone to scream intensely and gutturally during Science Olympiad competition like Davis has done at times throwing shot put. She does approach the academic intensity with which Benn studies currents and flows and surges and pole hieghts and placement and stroke placement and rock locations, but she doesn't end up wet.
Like the boys, she does love to win. And she did. She came home with three ribbons. I won't claim of course that she was the only kid to do very well that morning, but that doesn't matter. I saw the movie and know that there is more than one Green Lantern in the universe. That makes him no less a superhero and applies to her as well. He had a cool ring, which is not bad. I'll bet he didn't have three ribbons.
Wednesday, January 18, 2012
A Taste of Champaign
We visited the storage facility this weekend to check on the spare emergency child. Everything was fine. I understand why the University of Illinois is such a good storage facility. It's too cold for anything to spoil. When we descended below the clouds on arrival looking out the window gave the appearance of landing in my freezer, except that there's no room for a runway in my freezer. I struggle to find room for a new carton of ice cream in my freezer. That is unless I throw away one of the old partially eaten cartons of ice cream with freezer burn. That would be a breach of family tradition, so I just continue to struggle.
Oh, back to landing in the freezer, the difference was that when we landed we found out that our freezer is actually warmer than it was that day in Illinois. The rental car started. Midwesterners clearly know more about winterizing a car than I do. Had it been my car we might have just waited till Spring.
We dropped our bags at the hotel and picked up Davis just outside the storage unit on the way to find something to eat. Davis had eaten but the rest of us were hungry. Just between us, I am the only member of our immediate family who is even remotely pleasant when hungry. I think the appropriate term for angry about being hungry is hangry.
When we parked at the restaurant we took the time to hug quickly and briefly before going inside(remember the temperature). Davis gave Marsha and Addie "pick up" hugs. It's been a while since little boy Davis was able to get a pick up hug so I stepped up. I wasn't able to bounce him or swing him like a few years ago and frankly my back might need some time before I step up again. Once inside we ate. We talked. We made sure Davis wasn't getting dusty or mildewed in storage. We checked Davis over for freezer burn, and we made plans for what all we'd do over the next two days before putting him back in storage for a few more weeks.
Guess what happened shortly after Davis finished throwing in the track meet. Even though I'm a technology guy, this kind of stuff still amazes me. We were sitting in the bleachers in Illinois and Benn called from Australia. While I talked to him on my phone we all started walking to a nearby stairwell and Marsha downloaded Skype to her i-phone. Once in the stairwell the whole family Skyped from opposite sides of the planet and a difference of roughly 70 degrees in temperature. I was afraid it wouldn't work at first, not because of the technology. I work with that stuff all the time and know that it's just magic. What I was afraid wouldn't work was fitting a majestic Fraker head into that itty bitty i-phone screen. Yes the kids are headsize gifted too. When the four of us stand together we look like Mt. Frakemore. On the plus side, Marsha never lacks for shade when she's with one of us. We just stood a little further from the phone and it all worked out.
We're home now and back in the routine. We miss Davis already and even with the magic of Skype we never really stopped missing Benn. It was great to spend time with Davis and have an awesome trans-global family talk except for those darn noisy birds in the tree Benn was under. We didn't have any problem with birds in the freezer. By the way Benn posted a new blog too at paddlinglife.net with some great pictures from Bailey.
Oh, back to landing in the freezer, the difference was that when we landed we found out that our freezer is actually warmer than it was that day in Illinois. The rental car started. Midwesterners clearly know more about winterizing a car than I do. Had it been my car we might have just waited till Spring.
We dropped our bags at the hotel and picked up Davis just outside the storage unit on the way to find something to eat. Davis had eaten but the rest of us were hungry. Just between us, I am the only member of our immediate family who is even remotely pleasant when hungry. I think the appropriate term for angry about being hungry is hangry.
When we parked at the restaurant we took the time to hug quickly and briefly before going inside(remember the temperature). Davis gave Marsha and Addie "pick up" hugs. It's been a while since little boy Davis was able to get a pick up hug so I stepped up. I wasn't able to bounce him or swing him like a few years ago and frankly my back might need some time before I step up again. Once inside we ate. We talked. We made sure Davis wasn't getting dusty or mildewed in storage. We checked Davis over for freezer burn, and we made plans for what all we'd do over the next two days before putting him back in storage for a few more weeks.
Guess what happened shortly after Davis finished throwing in the track meet. Even though I'm a technology guy, this kind of stuff still amazes me. We were sitting in the bleachers in Illinois and Benn called from Australia. While I talked to him on my phone we all started walking to a nearby stairwell and Marsha downloaded Skype to her i-phone. Once in the stairwell the whole family Skyped from opposite sides of the planet and a difference of roughly 70 degrees in temperature. I was afraid it wouldn't work at first, not because of the technology. I work with that stuff all the time and know that it's just magic. What I was afraid wouldn't work was fitting a majestic Fraker head into that itty bitty i-phone screen. Yes the kids are headsize gifted too. When the four of us stand together we look like Mt. Frakemore. On the plus side, Marsha never lacks for shade when she's with one of us. We just stood a little further from the phone and it all worked out.
We're home now and back in the routine. We miss Davis already and even with the magic of Skype we never really stopped missing Benn. It was great to spend time with Davis and have an awesome trans-global family talk except for those darn noisy birds in the tree Benn was under. We didn't have any problem with birds in the freezer. By the way Benn posted a new blog too at paddlinglife.net with some great pictures from Bailey.
Monday, January 9, 2012
Man Card
Leaving the Gym tonight I heard a man and woman talking about plans. I think he was asking her out. She asked if there was some sports event going on. I don't know why she asked but he didn't answer. She pressed it and he had to answer that he thought there was a football game. I hated to call him out while he was trying to get a date, but I said, "Yeah it's the BCS National Championship Game." He tried to rally by saying, "Oh yeah. I know that. There's an SEC team in that?" I said, "Dude, give me the card." He said, "What?" "Stop pretending and hand over your man card now. You can have this back when you can either tell me the score and some highlights, or man up and admit that you really don't care."
I say all that knowing that Benn is in Australia with probably no idea that the game is even happening. You tell me though. You think you want to pull the man card from the guy in the picture below? Not me. We don't watch football games together, but he'll never pretend. Davis and I do football. We're texting about this game as I type and watch. Since he was just a little guy Benn has earned his man card in lots of other ways. He was as early as 5 years old there with me in one, "place we don't tell Mom about." He's been there with me in a few of those since then.
Saturday was a pretty eventful day. I went to throwing practice. I spent the practice trying to learn a skill that I'm not very good at. Mike, the coach, commented that Tom's going to be sore tomorrow. I said he clearly doesn't understand yet what it means to be 53. Tom's sore everyday. Then I went to Addie's basketball game. Addie is a pretty good player. It's not her best thing. Athletically her best thing ii swimming, but she likes basketball and is on a pretty good team. They were undefeated, but the team they played Saturday had a Heisman Trophy candidate who more or less beat us single handedly. After the game we went for pizza with Kate's mom and Dave. Remember Kate is in France. Brigette, yes she has her own name, and Marsha and I commizerated because it had been so long since we had heard from our globe-trotting kids. Dave said that after going five days without hearing from Kate, Brigette is ready to call the State Department. I understand. Sometimes it's just not enough to track bank account withdrawels. Now and then you want to hear breathing and know that it's coming from your kid.
Low and behold when we got home, Benn and Bailey Skyped us. Benn has been training with an international variety of friends, and Italian, a Frenchman, a Canadian and our buddy Jim from the US. Jim was also with me once in one of those places we don't tell Mom about. He's not just a good slalom racer and training partner for Benn. He's a one time member of the Tom Fraker rescue team and another guy who's man card never in jeopardy.
At any rate training seems to be going well. Bailey seems to be having a good time. Marsha and Addie and I had a great time talking to Benn and Bailey and they took a day off to go to the beach with two car loads of slalom people.
I also got an email from Benn today. Guess what. He's reading this blog. I'm reading his too. He's posting probably a couple of times a month with pictures by Bailey on a blog at paddlinglife.net. Bailey too is struggling with limited internet access to post a photo blog on her site baileygarrot.com. That should give you something to check into if you're man enough to admit that you're not into this game.
I say all that knowing that Benn is in Australia with probably no idea that the game is even happening. You tell me though. You think you want to pull the man card from the guy in the picture below? Not me. We don't watch football games together, but he'll never pretend. Davis and I do football. We're texting about this game as I type and watch. Since he was just a little guy Benn has earned his man card in lots of other ways. He was as early as 5 years old there with me in one, "place we don't tell Mom about." He's been there with me in a few of those since then.
Saturday was a pretty eventful day. I went to throwing practice. I spent the practice trying to learn a skill that I'm not very good at. Mike, the coach, commented that Tom's going to be sore tomorrow. I said he clearly doesn't understand yet what it means to be 53. Tom's sore everyday. Then I went to Addie's basketball game. Addie is a pretty good player. It's not her best thing. Athletically her best thing ii swimming, but she likes basketball and is on a pretty good team. They were undefeated, but the team they played Saturday had a Heisman Trophy candidate who more or less beat us single handedly. After the game we went for pizza with Kate's mom and Dave. Remember Kate is in France. Brigette, yes she has her own name, and Marsha and I commizerated because it had been so long since we had heard from our globe-trotting kids. Dave said that after going five days without hearing from Kate, Brigette is ready to call the State Department. I understand. Sometimes it's just not enough to track bank account withdrawels. Now and then you want to hear breathing and know that it's coming from your kid.
Low and behold when we got home, Benn and Bailey Skyped us. Benn has been training with an international variety of friends, and Italian, a Frenchman, a Canadian and our buddy Jim from the US. Jim was also with me once in one of those places we don't tell Mom about. He's not just a good slalom racer and training partner for Benn. He's a one time member of the Tom Fraker rescue team and another guy who's man card never in jeopardy.
At any rate training seems to be going well. Bailey seems to be having a good time. Marsha and Addie and I had a great time talking to Benn and Bailey and they took a day off to go to the beach with two car loads of slalom people.
I also got an email from Benn today. Guess what. He's reading this blog. I'm reading his too. He's posting probably a couple of times a month with pictures by Bailey on a blog at paddlinglife.net. Bailey too is struggling with limited internet access to post a photo blog on her site baileygarrot.com. That should give you something to check into if you're man enough to admit that you're not into this game.
Wednesday, January 4, 2012
A Tale of Two Travelers
I work for an airline. That means my family can fly when seats are available. I have one son who spent his high school years traveling the country to compete in track meets, and now attends college a short plane ride from home. I have another son who for most of a decade has traveled the world to compete in slalom canoe. For me, "will he win" is the second most stressful question of any trip. The first is, "will he get on the flight." We fly stand-by. If the plane is full we stand and say by. Even though both sons have been stranded, spent the night in airports, missed flights, stayed extra days on trips and just aborted trips altogether, Benn and Davis manage the process, with which they are both so experienced, in very different ways. I'll demonstrate with stories of their most recent flying experiences.
Davis called me on Dec 20th and said, "How does the last flight of the day look tomorrow?" He asked about one, not flights, not days, just that one. It looked fine. Naturally it would look fine for Davis. As is his habit he left at what I would call the last possible minute for the airport. He called me from his truck to tell me it wouldn't start. At first it was turning over but now just clicking. I told him his battery was dead. He decided to call a friend with jumper cables to get him started. He decided Future Davis could worry about the battery after Christmas. When the truck cranked he first noticed that the dome light came on, left on from the previous night. He second noticed that the gas tank was empty, also left so from last night. Of course he already knew then that he would leave at the last possible minute and have to fill it anyway, but no big deal. He's Davis. Now after waiting and jumping his truck well beyond the last possible minute, he still had to get gas. His friend followed him to be sure it cranked again.
A few minutes later Davis called again and said he was on the way. "How's the flight look? I think I can make it if I hurry." I said, "The flight looks soon, but there are still seats. I'm going to hang up so you can focus on not getting pulled over. That kind of ticket won't help you get on the flight." He said, "Wait! I forgot my confirmation number." I knew that already. He is Davis and that's what he does. I had it in my hand, and texted it to him, because I am Tom and that's what I do. He texted a few minutes later and said, "I got my ticket." I replied that I hoped he meant a seat. He had arrived at the very small Bloomington, IL airport and charmed the ticket agent into letting him check a bag, just a tiny bit late, smiled at her again while she, the same one, worked the departure gate, and waved at her as she threw his bag through the cargo door of the aircraft. I told you its a small airport, but I do think a couple of other people work there too. Davis made it home on a smile and a prayer due in no part to his own diligence. The smile was his. The prayer was mine.
I didn't set out to be that guy who has the confirmation number ready, who worries his kids onto flights. It's not Davis's fault I'm that way. I suppose its mine but I never once said as a kid, "I want to be that guy." I wanted to be a superhero. In the third grade I wanted to be super strong and to be super fast and to be able to fly. I turned out to be that guy who sits at home and frets about his kids getting on the flight.
So by contrast Benn asked in November, "How do flights from Atlanta to Sydney look near New Years Eve or New Years day? He figured those would be easy travel days. Being that guy I checked them weekly and then daily till Dec 30th. Suddenly there were large numbers of other stand-by travelers also on the flights and most with higher priority than his. And his girlfriend Bailey was trying to go with him with a lower priority than his. None of that made me feel better and it stressed Benn completely. He could still get on but barely and he was worried about it. He had been beaten into diligence by years of disappointments, set-backs and various stressful travel occurrences. Davis wouldn't recognize a beating if it... well beat him.
At any rate Benn suggested I look at earlier flights that day. Some of me was wearing off on him. Sure enough those large numbers of stand-bys grew geometrically on the earlier flights and would roll to his. He would not get on. He decided to go for the first flight of the day, good training from Dad. Bailey came over and we got up to leave for the airport at 5AM. I prepared him for the worst and even gave him a pre-scouted list of alternative routes if he didn't get on. He appreciated it, but he was already in that stressful frame of mind. We made it to the airport early. He had his confirmation number, and Bailey's. By the time I got back home I logged onto the system and saw that Benn had a seat but Bailey looked to be number 14 waiting for 5 seats. Remember diligence though. That's why you go for the first flight of the day. People "no show." Both Benn and Bailey eventually got seat assignments and experience finally told Benn he could relax.
If experience knows what's good for it, it won't tell him that again. When he ran his boarding pass through the scanner it failed. He somehow disappeared from the list. Software bug? Gate agent error? Or just another beating? In the last minute frenzy of boarding, last minute passengers running to the gate to find boarding complete and doors closing, nobody fixed it. Benn didn't get on.
He spent a few brief minutes being devastated and telling Bailey via cell phone that he'd get there. Then the mental and physical training of an elite athlete paid off. He focused. The next flight was about to start boarding on concourse A. Benn was on concourse E. Have you been to the Atlanta airport. A and E are in different counties, the National Weather Service issues different weather forecasts for them, they are... What I'm trying to say is it was really far. Benn ran. I was still that guy and still checking. I texted him his seat assignment for the next flight before he even got to the gate. Yes. He made it and got a seat and is in Australia now for warm weather winter training.
Davis is back at school. The return for Davis was less eventful. That's because I was there to organize and drive. Neither Benn or Davis has to fly again for a while. I can relax. I don't worry about them while they are away. They are big boys and make good decisions. I just worry about them while they travel. Will they get on the flight? If I had my way back in the third grade I would now be able to pick them up with my super strength and fly them where they need to be and do so very fast. Oh well. Instead I'll just wait for Benn's next beating and see what I can do to help.
Davis called me on Dec 20th and said, "How does the last flight of the day look tomorrow?" He asked about one, not flights, not days, just that one. It looked fine. Naturally it would look fine for Davis. As is his habit he left at what I would call the last possible minute for the airport. He called me from his truck to tell me it wouldn't start. At first it was turning over but now just clicking. I told him his battery was dead. He decided to call a friend with jumper cables to get him started. He decided Future Davis could worry about the battery after Christmas. When the truck cranked he first noticed that the dome light came on, left on from the previous night. He second noticed that the gas tank was empty, also left so from last night. Of course he already knew then that he would leave at the last possible minute and have to fill it anyway, but no big deal. He's Davis. Now after waiting and jumping his truck well beyond the last possible minute, he still had to get gas. His friend followed him to be sure it cranked again.
A few minutes later Davis called again and said he was on the way. "How's the flight look? I think I can make it if I hurry." I said, "The flight looks soon, but there are still seats. I'm going to hang up so you can focus on not getting pulled over. That kind of ticket won't help you get on the flight." He said, "Wait! I forgot my confirmation number." I knew that already. He is Davis and that's what he does. I had it in my hand, and texted it to him, because I am Tom and that's what I do. He texted a few minutes later and said, "I got my ticket." I replied that I hoped he meant a seat. He had arrived at the very small Bloomington, IL airport and charmed the ticket agent into letting him check a bag, just a tiny bit late, smiled at her again while she, the same one, worked the departure gate, and waved at her as she threw his bag through the cargo door of the aircraft. I told you its a small airport, but I do think a couple of other people work there too. Davis made it home on a smile and a prayer due in no part to his own diligence. The smile was his. The prayer was mine.
I didn't set out to be that guy who has the confirmation number ready, who worries his kids onto flights. It's not Davis's fault I'm that way. I suppose its mine but I never once said as a kid, "I want to be that guy." I wanted to be a superhero. In the third grade I wanted to be super strong and to be super fast and to be able to fly. I turned out to be that guy who sits at home and frets about his kids getting on the flight.
So by contrast Benn asked in November, "How do flights from Atlanta to Sydney look near New Years Eve or New Years day? He figured those would be easy travel days. Being that guy I checked them weekly and then daily till Dec 30th. Suddenly there were large numbers of other stand-by travelers also on the flights and most with higher priority than his. And his girlfriend Bailey was trying to go with him with a lower priority than his. None of that made me feel better and it stressed Benn completely. He could still get on but barely and he was worried about it. He had been beaten into diligence by years of disappointments, set-backs and various stressful travel occurrences. Davis wouldn't recognize a beating if it... well beat him.
At any rate Benn suggested I look at earlier flights that day. Some of me was wearing off on him. Sure enough those large numbers of stand-bys grew geometrically on the earlier flights and would roll to his. He would not get on. He decided to go for the first flight of the day, good training from Dad. Bailey came over and we got up to leave for the airport at 5AM. I prepared him for the worst and even gave him a pre-scouted list of alternative routes if he didn't get on. He appreciated it, but he was already in that stressful frame of mind. We made it to the airport early. He had his confirmation number, and Bailey's. By the time I got back home I logged onto the system and saw that Benn had a seat but Bailey looked to be number 14 waiting for 5 seats. Remember diligence though. That's why you go for the first flight of the day. People "no show." Both Benn and Bailey eventually got seat assignments and experience finally told Benn he could relax.
If experience knows what's good for it, it won't tell him that again. When he ran his boarding pass through the scanner it failed. He somehow disappeared from the list. Software bug? Gate agent error? Or just another beating? In the last minute frenzy of boarding, last minute passengers running to the gate to find boarding complete and doors closing, nobody fixed it. Benn didn't get on.
He spent a few brief minutes being devastated and telling Bailey via cell phone that he'd get there. Then the mental and physical training of an elite athlete paid off. He focused. The next flight was about to start boarding on concourse A. Benn was on concourse E. Have you been to the Atlanta airport. A and E are in different counties, the National Weather Service issues different weather forecasts for them, they are... What I'm trying to say is it was really far. Benn ran. I was still that guy and still checking. I texted him his seat assignment for the next flight before he even got to the gate. Yes. He made it and got a seat and is in Australia now for warm weather winter training.
Davis is back at school. The return for Davis was less eventful. That's because I was there to organize and drive. Neither Benn or Davis has to fly again for a while. I can relax. I don't worry about them while they are away. They are big boys and make good decisions. I just worry about them while they travel. Will they get on the flight? If I had my way back in the third grade I would now be able to pick them up with my super strength and fly them where they need to be and do so very fast. Oh well. Instead I'll just wait for Benn's next beating and see what I can do to help.
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