Saturday, December 31, 2005

Saturday in Key West

Went to La Trattoria for dinner last night. Excellent. Then over to Irish Kevin's to watch the show. Great entertainment as usual. Got home at 1 am. I don't think I've seen my dad and friends out that late in 10 years.

Got up at 9 am and did a 10 mile run in the heat. Was exhausting. Then went swimming and kayaking in the soothing cool water. Then drove into Key West to Sloppy Joe's for lunch, then over to the Truman Annex to see the place where Harry Truman vacationed for 175 days of his presidency over on the grounds that used to be part of the navy base, but now a private subdivision. Then went over to Fat Tuesday's for a high octane slushy drink and to watch the people go by.

Key West is filled to capacity. Drove home around 4 pm and took a nap. We have a 8 pm dinner reservation at Mangrove Mama's down the road. We may be there for New Year's as well. Don't feel like fighting the crowds and driving 20 miles at the end of the night. The neighbor is also having a party at 10 pm, so might end up over there at well.

Probably will go over to Key Deer Pub & Grill for the Packer Game tomorrow.

Happy New Year.

Friday, December 30, 2005

Friday in Key West

Another gorgeous day. Will be hard to go home to the cold and snow in Wisconsin. Spent the day having a long lunch at Boondocks, where the service really really sucked last night, and then went kayaking around my dad's house. Going into Key West tonight for dinner with friends and a few drinks. Will be an early night though. Tomorrow is New Year's Eve. No sense blowing all my energy tonight.

Thursday, December 29, 2005

Thursday in Key West

I have now visited all the Salvation Army shops and shopping malls in south Florida so now I need to find a better day time activity. I went to Fat Tuesday's to consume slushy drinks till I could hardly walk. Then I went to Irish Kevin's where I again ran into the same couple I saw on the first night we were there, so had to have a few more beers before I got into my Chrysler Seebring Convertible rental car and drove 20 miles home. My dad is talking about moving to Key West real soon so he can be closer to the excitement in the Keys. I'm all for that. Going out to "Boone Docks" tonight up on Ramrod Key for some dinner and entertainment. Should be interesting.

Wednesday, Sightseeing in Key West

There's some interesting history here. Played tourist today. Went to Southernmost Marker at the end of Whitehead Street where there were lots of tourists. Then over to Hemingway House and the Lighthouse. Then over to the old cemetary, Mallory Square and Pier, then up and down Duval St. to do some more shopping. The long pier at Mallory Square got wiped out by the hurricane, so was much shorter. The Disney cruise ship Celebration was docked at the harbor. What a massive ship. In the late afternoon, I went home and then we went out for dinner. Tomorrow, I'll have to drive up to Marathon.

Wednesday, December 28, 2005

It's Tuesday. We must be in Key West.

Another lazy day. Didn't really do a whole lot. Just went shopping at the Salvation Army on Summerland Key, then met my dad's friends at Michael's for dinner in Key West. After that, I went back over to Irish Kevin's to watch the night entertainer skewer people. He was hysterical as he picked on practically everybody who came in the bar. Even saw a bunch of people from the night before. Then went over to Sloppy Joe's for a night cap before heading home at 8:30. I'm really a slug. But I'm on holiday.

Saturday, December 24, 2005

Off to Sunny Florida


Well, Christmas is here. Going to my brother's house for a few hours. Then I have to go home and finish packing since I'm flying to Key West tomorrow. Looks like it will be only in the 70s for the next 7-8 days while I'm down there, but sure beats the crappy weather here in Wisconsin. Bye for now.

Monday, December 19, 2005

Chris' Excellent Adventures: Sydney, Australia

Date: April 2005
Trip: Australia, New Zealand, Fiji
Place: Sydney, Australia
Traveling With: Vicky F from Salem, AR and Vicky H from Little Rock, AR
Photos: (1) Sydney Opera House, (2) Map of our Trip, (3) Sydney Harbor Bridge and (3)aerial view of Sydney on our way to Christchurch, New Zealand. More Pics.

"It was on a huge 747-400. There was no one sitting next to me, so I was able to lay down and sleep for about 8 hours on the way over. Having my face pressed down into the bottom seat cushion of a coach-class seat that God-knows-how-many people sat on was a humbling experience."

So began my 30-page journal from my latest overseas adventure. It was on this incredibly long 16-hour trans-Pacific flight from LA to Sydney with continuation on to Cairns up in the north. Because we were flying west at midnight, we had sunlight practically all the way over after passing Hawaii. I was so blessed to have empty seats all around me. I slept a lot and was ready to go upon arrival in Sydney, despite the 15-1/2 hour time difference from Milwaukee. Actually we missed our connection to Cairns so spent a little more time at the Sydney airport than planned.

This was just the beginning of 3-1/2 beautiful weeks Down Under and the fulfillment of a life long dream. We spent several days in sunny, tropical Cairns diving on the Great Barrier Reef, rubbing elbows with aborignes, visiting a crocodile farm and enjoying Aussie hospitality at a working cattle ranch. After that we spent 6 days in Sydney before flying over to New Zealand, where we visited Christchurch, Queenstown and Auckland before heading up to tropical Fiji for some fun in the sun. More on New Zealand and Fiji later.

Anyhow, Sydney is the kind of place I could spend the rest of my life. Cosmopolitan, friendly and alive. It reminded me of Chicago, LA and Miami all rolled up into one. The people were so nice as well. Of course we did all the tourist stuff (Opera House, Sky Tower, Harbor Bridge, The Rocks District, Darling Harbor, Bondi Beach, Chinese Friendship Garden and the Aquarium). In my free time, I walked virtually the entire city, either on my own or with Vicki and Vicky.

Some day I will go back to Australia and spend some time in the Outback (Ayers Rock) and Melbourne. For now, I'll just keep dreaming. G'Day.

Saturday, December 17, 2005

Chris' Excellent Adventures: Berechtsgaden, Germany

Date: October 1995
Trip: Germany, Czech Republic, Austria
Place: Berechtsgaden, Bavaria, Germany (outside Salzburg, Austria)
Traveling With: Dawn S from Oak Creek, WI
Photos: (1) Dawn and I at Berechtsgaden (Hitler's "Eagle's Nest" Retreat) with Austria in the background, (2) The view of Germany from Eagle's Nest (3) Me admiring the awesomeness of the Bavarian Alps.

Berechtsgaden conjures up mixed emotions. On one hand, it was the mountaintop getaway of one of history's most notorious and despised figures. On the other, it is a place of immense beauty, perched high in the Bavarian Alps in Germany just outside the Austrian border.


This is the place Doug wanted to visit very badly while we were touring Germany five months 5 months earlier, but after several days of driving already, it seemed a bit out of the way and there were other, more interesting places to see yet. But when Dawn and I ran out of things to do after several days in Salzburg, it was so close, we had to visit.

We drove for about a half hour out of Salzburg into Germany to get to Berechtsgaden. Being October, the fall colors were great. Once we arrived in Berechtsgaden, we discovered the only way to get up to the retreat was by bus tour. The place was a mob scene, which attests to its popularity. When you got on the bus, you quickly discovered why you were not allowed to drive up on your own. The road leading up to Eagle's Nest is a very steep grade that winds and winds forever up to the top of the mountain. When buses come at each other, one has to pull over and let the other pass. Sometimes you get really close to the edge, which is a steep drop-off of hundreds of feet--straight down. Once you get to the top, you get off the bus and walk through a long tunnel that the Nazis bored into the mountain underneath the summit. It was suggested that this is where Hitler, Eva and his guards could hide if they came under attack. At the end of the tunnel, you take an elevator up to the house where Hitler lived and out onto the summit where you can explore and admire the scenery. Oddly, the house is now a restaurant. It should really have been turned into a museum. The scenery alone was worth the trip. Afterwards, we drove back to Salzburg (Mozart's hometown) where we did some last minute sightseeing. The next day, we drove 10 hours back to Brussels, Belgium where I was living at the time. I always hate when vacations end. Maybe that's why I look so somber in these pictures.

Friday, December 16, 2005

Chris' Excellent Adventures - Copenhagen, Denmark

Date: July 1998
Trip: Denmark, Norway, Sweden
Place: Copenhagen, Denmark
Traveling With: Doug T from Hartford, WI
Photos: Town Hall Square, Havn District, Little Mermaid, Town Hall Square






We are in our third day of a 3-week vacation to Denmark, Norway and Sweden. Our flight left JFK late, so we missed our connection in Amsterdam to Copenhagen. The actress Angie Dickinson (starred as "Pepper" in 70s series "Police Woman") was also on our flight. Doug kept yelling "hey Pepper" at her. She wasn't quite the blond bombshell she was in the 70s. But, hey, we all get old.

Although we eventually got on another flight to Copenhagen, we arrived without luggage. So I ended up buying some new clothes and living in my jogging suit for three days. Also had to buy a new toothbrush. I was so relieved when we got back to the hotel on day 3 and the concierge told us "something had arrived for us." That "something" was our luggage.

During our three days in Copenhagen Doug and I covered the entire city on foot, which wasn't hard to do, and probably the best way. We pretty much just admired all the old buildings, went to a few museums, had a few beers, and hung out at Tivoli for a few hours. I especially liked the Havn area, which is like a canal with lots of boats and multi-colored buildings. And of course, no visit to Copenhagen would be complete without a picture of the "Little Mermaid" statue in the harbor.

On the night before we left, Denmark was playing Brazil in the semi-finals of World Cup Soccer. The city decked out Town Hall Square with big TV screens and threw a party for 500,000 people, all of whom were decked out in flags and national colors. The nice lady I'm with in the 4th picture was the girlfriend of an American guy we met while roaming around the Square. On the side of my face is a Danish flag in oil paint that some girl (don't know who) transferred to my face from hers by pressing her cheek against mine. Denmark lost the soccer match. The next morning, Town Hall Square looked like it had been hit by a tornado and there were still bonfires burning all over the place.

Two weeks later we were at the Hard Rock Cafe in Stockholm watching Brazil play France in the finals. Brazil lost but that didn't stop them from partying. Right across the street from our hotel in Stockholm was a bar called Brasilia, and they closed off the street and beat on drums and played loud music all night long, so didn't sleep well that night. But who cares, we were "on holiday."

Thursday, December 15, 2005

New Feature: Chris' Excellent Adventures - Florence, Italy

My friends and family know me as an avid international traveler. Here is a map of the countries I have visited. It all started with a business trip to Holland in 1991, followed in 1992 by a pleasure trip to Spain, Morocco, Gibraltar, France and England. By August 1993, I was living in Belgium on a 4-year job transfer. Lucky me. That's when the travel bug hit me big time. Since then I have visited practically every country in Europe, as well as Egypt, India, Nepal, Australia, New Zealand and Fiji. There are many more places I woule like to go really, really soon. But since I work, there is only so much travel you can squeeze in.

Anyhow, I have virtually thousands of pictures. They are doing no good sitting in albums at home, so I thought I would publish a few from time to time along with some anecdotes recounting the circumtances surrounding the picture.

It was really hard selecting a picture, but I'll start with these.

Time: October 2000
City: Florence, Italy
Site: Observation Platform - Florence Duomo (Cathedral)
Traveling With: Doug and Jenny T from Hartford, WI

We are into the second week of a three week self-guided driving vacation that took from Rome to Venice, Florence, Lucca, Pisa, Asissi, Sorrento, Pompeii, and back to Rome and Vatican City. The Catholic church is celebrating it Jubilee 2000, so there are lots and lots of tourist visiting Italy and making the pilgrimage to the sacred churches. Jenny decides to stay down at street level while Doug and I climb to the top of the dome of the cathedral for a spectacular bird's eye view of medieval Florence. Of course, there is no elevator, so we climbed and climbed the hundreds of steps to the top, admiring the murals painted inside the dome on our way up. Eventually, we got to the base of the dome where we went inside the dome itself.
Eventually we reached a staircase that curved upward along the inside curviture of the dome itself and then down some narrow passage ways until you reach a ladder that takes you up to the observation platform at the pinnacle of the dome. That's where Doug snapped this picture of me. Wow, what a view it was. This was actually my second time doing this. I just didn't want Doug to miss the photo op.

Sunday, December 11, 2005

Green, Gold & Proud: Portraits, Stories and Traditions of the Greatest Fans in the World




Although I am not the biggest football fan, I have been known to watch a few games now and then. In January 2005, I was down in the Florida Keys visiting my dad over the holidays with my friends Doug and Jenny from Hartford, WI.

We went to Captain Dan's Deer Key Sports Bar to watch our Green Bay Packers wipe out the Chicago Bears in the play-offs. Captain Dan's is one of many "Packer" bars outside Wisconsin. Sometime between all the free jello shots handed out whenever the Packers scored a touch down (and there were a lot), some guy took our picture out in the parking lot in front of the bar.



Fast forward to December 2005. Doug is browsing Packer books and sees our picture in one of them. I'm in the front row, second from the left in the shorts and white t-shirt. Doug (sunglasses) and Jenny (white shirt) are in the middle row, just to the right of center. My dad is behind the guy with the cheese head. One of my dad's friends is behind Doug, and another is in the green shirt on the pole above the group. I had forgotten all about the picture. But there it is. I might actually have to break down and buy the book.

Tuesday, December 06, 2005

New Las Vegas Marathon - 12/04/2005

Air Fare $139, Hotel $250, Gambling Losses $100, Meals $50, Throw-Away Jacket $7, Gu $5, Finishing - Priceless.






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Monday, December 05, 2005

New Las Vegas Marathon Over!


It's over. The New Las Vegas Marathon. I had one of my best times in several years coming in 42 out of 11,000 runners. It started at 6 am. The temperature was 36 degrees and we ran into 20 mph headwinds for the first 15 miles. When I turned the corner at 14.5 miles, the wind was at my back and the course headed downhill for the balance of the race. I managed to run the second half about 5 minutes faster than the first. It began in the dark with fireworks and headed straight up the world famous Las Vegas strip. It was really amazing. I stayed in a pack of runners to block the wind, but it was apparent they had no energy left at mile 15 so I took off on my own and ran solo for the rest of the race. At the end, there was no one around me.

CHRISTOPHER TROST - Bib #277
MILWAUKEE, WI - USA
Age 46 - M
Chip Time: 02:48:43
Pace Per Mile: 6:26
Placement: Overall--42 Gender--33 Age Division--3

Watch the Start of the Las Vegas Marathon

As for Vegas, that's another story. It is Sin City. I wasn't all that impressed, but several of the hotels are cool, like New York, New York, the Venetian, Paris Las Vegas, and The Luxor where I stayed. The food was awesome too. And there are lots and lots of shows. I'm not a gambler so kept myself busy going to the IMAX (Sharks 3D), Titanic Artifacts Exhibit (MGM) and other things. Missed the Hoover Dam and Grand Canyon tours since I didn't want to spend 8 hours touring. The casinos are so massive inside--all of them. And you can't find your way out of them. I felt like I was being held against my will. In the end, you could just call them large bars--complete with all the smoke. That was the bad part. And the distances are so great between the hotels that even I got tired walking. But they have a monorail between some of the hotels and one that goes up the strip. Flying out last night was cool with the hole strip lit up. I'll never forget that.

Thursday, December 01, 2005

Off to Vegas

I leave in the morning. Looks like it's going to be a cold marathon (32 degrees) at the start. Will have to remember my woolies. I'm going to walk up and down the strip looking at all the casinos and stuff. Maybe go to the Hard Rock Cafe and a museum or two. My colleague gave me $5 to play the slots. I'll split the winnings with her if I win. I'm no gambler though. More later.

Sunday, October 16, 2005

Autumn in Door County



Few things in life are better than experiencing a cool, crisp, colorful autumn day in Door County. This weekend was no exception. The leaves have not quite hit their peak colors but there were plenty of fiery red, orange and yellow colors to see.

I arrived late Friday, just in time for dinner at the C&C Club in Fish Creek. Then it was home to bed. I was so tired.

Then yesterday, Saturday, after a picturesque 21-mile roundtrip jog along the country roads between Fish Creek, Bailey's Harbor and Egg Harbor, I attended the annual Fall Festival in Sister Bay (or Fall Down Festival as the locals call this once-a-year party in the streets). I got there around 2 pm, which was well after the event started and an hour after the parade ended. I was the only sober one there. But people were having fun as only Wisconsinites can.

Just about everyone I know up there was out and about. During the summer I seldom see anyone I know because they're all working. So I had plenty of time to fraternize and catch up with everyone. Then it was off to JJ's in Sister Bay for some Mexican fare and some Margueritas. After too many of those, we continued on the circuit to AC Tap, which was pretty dead. Just the locals sitting around tossing back a few beers.



Then I went home again by 10:30 pm since I was tired again. I fell right to sleep and woke up this morning at 6:30 am as the sun was coming up. The birch trees outside my condo window are so beautiful with their yellow leaves, and the maple tree behind them with its red leaves. Made me want to stay a few more days. But, I have work to do and memos to write before I sleep, and memos to write before I sleep.

Wednesday, September 21, 2005

Day 4 - New York City

The temps have cooled down finally. Last day here in the Big Apple. Meetings are going well. Had a nice dinner at the BLT Steak House on 57th and Park Av last night. Have a half day of meetings today. I have a presentation to prepare for meeting tomorrow and an agenda for another on Friday. Should keep me busy. So, it's off to work. Going home to Milwaukee tonight.

Tuesday, September 20, 2005

Day 3 - New York City

It's another scorcher in the City. I got up early and walked over to the 7th Ave subway. I learned my lesson yesterday that it's better to walk a block above ground than below. The A/C on the subway was working great so didn't sweat too much. I arrived early at 7:30 am and there was hardly anyone in the office. The #2 man here had to let me in the front door of the office when I rang the door bell. Have lots of meetings today and memos to type, so time to get to work!

Monday, September 19, 2005

Day 2 - New York City - My It's Hot Here

I forgot how God-aweful commuting by subway during the summer in New York City can be. I walked a few looooong blocks over to the subway from the hotel and then stood on the 100 degree + platform waiting for the next subway train--and waiting and waiting. By the time it arrived, I was sweating bullets. Then I had to make the big underground transfer at Times Square in a tunnel stretching between 8th Ave and 7th Ave. Then even more stairs and heat and sweat. By the time I emerged from the subway at Canal Street down in SoHo, I could have used another shower. After my morning meeting in SoHo, I subwayed down to the office down near Wall St. I'm now sitting in the same office I once occupied when I worked here. The view of the East River and the Brooklyn Bridge below is great, as is the uptown view towards the Empire State Building. It's deja vu all over again.

Well, back to work.

Sunday, September 18, 2005

Day 1 - New York City - Enjoying New York City

I'm here on business for a few days. I got here this morning, went to my hotel (Skyline at 49th & 10th Avenue), and then went for a run in Central Park like in the old days. It was hot--in the 80s--and the hills I used to run on every day were a little more difficult than I was expecting. I am getting old. On the way home from the run, I stopped by my old condo. The doorman recognized me before I saw him--and it's been 6 years since I saw him the last time.

After a shower, I hiked back up to Columbus Avenue and walked through a street festival that stretched from 63rd St to 84th. Same old stuff as a Wisconsin street fair. Then I hiked a block over to 83rd and Amsterdam Ave (10 Ave) to have a cooler at the Raccoon Lodge--one of my old hangouts. Unfortunately, it was sold 3 months ago and is now called Crossroad. I called up Doug back in Wisconsin and talked to him for a half hour. Then I stopped at McDonald's for a quick bite. Then I got tired and went back to the hotel to take a nap. I slept a few hours. Then Vicky called from Arkansas to say she and Vicki booked our trip to Eastern Europe already. I have to do it tommorrow. We're leaving April 27 to May 13.

After the nap, I took a walk around the Hell's Kitchen neighborhood I'm staying in. It was dark so Times Square was all lit up. I then walked up to the Letterman Show theater on 53rd and Broadway. Even saw Rupert Jee's Hello Deli, but it was closed. Guess he makes so much money from his cameo appearances on Letterman that he doesn't have to work Sundays. Then I went over to West Side Cottage II restaurant on 47th and 9th Ave for some excellent Chinese food. I had lemon chicken. The bill came to a mere $11. Then I hiked a few blocks over to the hotel to watch the Prime Time Emmy's (most TV I've watched in a long time).

Well, it's time for bed. Got to meet some outside consultants I'm going to be working with for the next six months at their offices in Soho, then down to the Financial District to the office for a bunch of meetings. Oh joy.

Got to go.

Tuesday, September 06, 2005

Hurricane Katrina Pictures from Key West, FL

My dad rode out yet another hurricane. Here are some pictures.






Sunday, August 07, 2005

A Weekend in Upper Michigan

This weekend, I went up to Doug's place at Lake Gogebic in the Upper Peninsula of Michigan. It had already been a few years since I was up there because it's so far away and I have my own summer place in Door County that I don't use as much as I should. All in all, it was a pleasant weekend with plenty of stories to tell.

I left at 6:00 am Friday (August 5) for the 5 hour drive from Milwaukee to Lake Gogebic. I took Hwy 41 N to Hwy 110 W in Oshkosh. I stayed on 110 W to US 39/Hwy 51 N in Stevens Point all the way up to Woodruff, Minocqua and Manitowish Waters. I then caught Cty W north to County B in Presque Isle. County B becomes Michigan Hwy 64 at the Wisconsin-Michigan border. I followed 64 all the way to Marenisco, crossed US 2 a short distance later and followed the roller-coaster Hwy 64 up the west side of Lake Gogebic.

On the way up, I was on conference calls for at least 2 hours so the trip seemed to go much faster than it really took. I arrived to picture perfect weather around 11 am, made a few phone calls and then popped a beer and relaxed. Doug and Jenny had already been up for a few days so were all settled in the routine up there. Jenny's 21-year-old daughter Heather was also up for a few days of R&R from Osh-Vegas.

After a half-hour, Doug broke out the Waverunner. We took turns riding it. No one wanted to go tubing though. Heather didn't want to ride alone so she and I took the Waverunner out for spin on the lake. When we came in, I tried to dump her off the back but she hung on an pulled me off with her. We also capsized the thing. For some unexplained reason, there was no cap on the oil tank so when we righted the thing, oil was oozing out from under the engine cover. When we got to shore and opened up the engine cover, it looked like someone had taken a jug of laundry detergent and poured it out inside the engine compartment. We pulled the drain plug and poured buckets of water into the bottom of the engine compartment to flush it out, then sopped up the excess with rags. Doug swore he put the broken oil cap on the oil tank, but it mysteriously disappeared somewhere in the engine compartment never to be found.

After the Waverunner fiasco, we went down to Gogebic Lodge for the dinner fiasco. The all-you-can-eat fish fry wasn't the quite the bargain it appeared to be since there was so much breading you couldn't find the fish. The salad bar was the saving grace. The service was exceptionally bad. It took forever to get drinks and seconds on the breading--and it wasn't even busy. However, the waitress gave us a free round of drinks. After dinner, we fraternized in the bar with the locals, whom Doug is trying his hardest to get chummy with. Tina with the large breasts is the only one I can remember. After a few drinks, we called it a night and headed back to Doug's (10 pm only).

On Saturday, I got up and went for a 10-mile jog down to Ontonagen State Park and back. On the way, you cross into the eastern time zone and back. I saw quite a few people out getting their morning exercise. Heather had to leave so we went over to the Hoop N' Holler for breakfast/lunch of chicken wings--not the little ones, but big normal-sized chicken wings. This was a rather unexpected twist on the traditional recipe. Around noon, Heather split for Osh-Vegas and we headed north to Bergland to gas up the chariot and then to Lake of the Clouds. After that we drove east to the Goodwill Store in Ontonagon.We discovered this gem a few years ago when we were in town. Jenny found some books and Doug bought some old beer glasses. I almost bought a shirt but then started thinking about who might have worn it and just hung it back up. I asked the lady at the counter if she ever found money in the pockets of donated clothes. Sometimes she does, but more often she finds used Kleenex. So wash anything you buy at Goodwill several times before you wear it. After that we drove down to Bond Falls in Paulding (South of Bruce Crossing) to see an amazing waterfall. On the way we stopped in Rockland at a quaint country general store for ice cream. I liked the tin ceiling and the old vault. The building was once a bank. It also had an interesting collection of items for sale. It obviously catered to campers. The ice cream hit the spot but the town wasn't much. Jenny said if she had to grown up there, she would have died. It was pretty desolate. When we got to Bond Falls, we parked the car and went walking down the steep path along the falls. Despite the warnings, some teenage boys were scaling the face of the waterfall, which was a steep pile of rocks with water rushing over it. One slip and they would have been toast. Signs were posted telling people to stay off, but you can't tell a young man anything. On their way down, one of the boys slipped and fell down two ledges before stopping. But he wasn't hurt. After the Falls, we drove back to Lake Gogebic and fired up the Waverunner and did some tubing before the sun went down.

For dinner, we drove 20 miles south to Presque Isle, Wisconsin to eat at Carlin Lake Lodge. They were having Oktoberfest out in the tent in the backyard but we opted for a table in the bar and had real food in there. We had a drink at the bar before sitting at our table. Dinner was good, but the waitress screwed up Jenny's order for Roulaten and brought her Wienerschnitzel instead. But it didn't matter because the waitress just gave us that dinner free and brought Jenny her Roulaten. But the bus boy couldn't find our table so we never got Jenny's Wienerschnitzel to take home. While eating in the bar, some kids were hanging out playing games and watching XGames on the big screen TV. There were the little brats playing darts and video games while their parents ignored them. One kid says "sweet" while holding onto the handles of the motorcycle daredevil game and then says "what is this." I heard the kid utter "sweet" more than I cared to. Meanwhile, the teenage boy with the fake bleach-blond hair at the next table must have been in some sort of waterskiing competition because the mother of the brats who was much older than the young man kept saying "you are sooooooo good, you should just keep on competing, yada yada yada." Sickening. Reminds me of that 40-year-old teacher who slept with her student. Anywho, the waitress screwed up the check and we ended up not paying for the drinks we had at the bar before dinner. So that was two free rounds of drinks in two days. After dinner, we got our hands stamped for free entry to the Oktoberfest tent, so went out back and watched the people dancing and singing like at the Hofbrauhaus in Munich. It was kind of cheesy so we left after a few songs and drove Jenny back to the Lake. Then Doug and I went to the Gogebic Lodge for a few drinks before heading back and going to bed. We ran into Tina again at the bar but she took off with some friends for a party someplace else.

I had several nightmares last night. I dreamt that a black bear broke into the trailer and hauled me out screaming in my sleeping bag. Then I dreamt that a bunch of hooligans in pick-up trucks drove around in circles around the trailer. Fortunately, these were just dreams. But when I woke up at 7:15 am, I discovered no less than 10 mosquito bites on my legs. They itch like crazy now. After getting up, I did another run down to Ontonagon State Park and back. The Marenisco Township Fire Department across the road from The Fisherman next door is having a Firemen's Festival at noon today. I left at 10 am for Milwaukee, so missed the fun. Before I left, Doug and I moved a sleeper-sofa out of his uncle's trailer over to "The Building" and threw the other rancid one from "The Building" onto the burn pile. No sooner had I pulled out of the driveway and drove 1/4 mile down Highway 64, a giant doe ran from the roadside right into my path 30 feet ahead. I just missed that sucker. Also, we noticed an unusual police presence in various spots during our driving yesterday. And I noticed the fuzz in the same place as yesterday near the Ojibwa Correctional Facilities on the way home today. Turns out some guy serving a life sentence for trying to kill a policeman escaped from a UP prison with the help of a food service worker and is on his way to Wisconsin. The drive home was long and boring. Even though I stopped for gas outside Stevens Point, I still made it home in 4 hr 45 minutes. I was really flying.

Well, I have to wait for Doug to e-mail me some pictures of Lake of the Clouds and Bond Falls (hint, hint) so I can post them.

My laundry is done now so have to go. Till tomorrow.

Friday, April 22, 2005

I'm Not Worthy ...

My colleague Tom and I ran the Boston Marathon on Monday, April 18, 2005. This was his first time and my sixth. Tom's wife and kids also made the journey to Boston and they had a great time sightseeing.

Tom is, and always has been, an excellent and dedicated distance runner. He is also as old as me (45). Were it not for our friendly rivalry, I probably would have given up marathoning a long time ago. And had he not been there on Monday, I would not have done as well as I did.

We started the race side by side, way up front in the first corral amongst the world's elite marathon runners. That in and of itself is a huge accomplishment for people our age. Although our results differed by a mere 16 minutes, the accomplishment was the same. After the race, he sent me the following message. I think I owe him the graditude, not the other way around. Tom, thanks for the inspiration.

From: XXXXX, Tom
Sent: Wednesday, April 20, 2005 8:25 AM
To: Trost, Chris
Subject: RE: Boston Splits

Thanks Chris. We all had a blast. As humbling as the run was, it was great. You are my hero. I cannot see how you could maintain your pace the entire race. Very gutsy performance. Thanks for the magnet too.

Tuesday, April 19, 2005

Boston Over ...

The Boston Marathon is over. I managed a 2:53:50 time. It was hot. It's a cruel course. But all is fogotten today and I nurse the blisters and the minor aches. Now I can relax for a few days. Life is good.

Sunday, April 17, 2005

One day to go ....

Tomorrow at this time I will be running the Boston Marathon. Nerves are not too jittery. It's another beautiful day here. Looks like it will be a nice day tomorrow as well. A bunch of people from Milwaukee are at the same hotel I'm at. We were also on the same flight. I haven't hooked up with my colleague yet. Probably later today though. Marilyn from my Egypt trip (had dinner with her and husband Jim last night) are dropping off an underwater camera case that I will use on my dive of the Great Barrier Reef next week while in Australia. People are hovering to use Internet while the guy on the other terminal hogs it, so will sign off here.

Saturday, April 16, 2005

So here I am in Boston ...

It's a beautiful day. My flight arrived on time. I took a cab to my hotel instead of the subway. I was in a hurry to get to the Marathon Expo and my race number and just walk around town. This city rivals Milwaukee in terms of hard core drinkers. But Bostonians are much dumber. Add a little east coast arrogance and you have a really ugly scene. The Expo was a madhouse. I have never seen so many people. I saw a lot of people pushing stollers through the crowd. What gluttons for punishment. I bought my usual installment of PowerGel and a new running tank top. Also picked up one of the marathon posters, which has my name etched in it along with the other 20,000 runners. For dinner, I'm going to Legal Seafood over at Long Wharf with friends I met on my Egypt vacation back in November 2003 (they live in the burbs here). I'm not psyched up for the marathon yet. Maybe anther day to ruminate will do the trick. There are people waiting to use this free terminal at my hotel, so I will be courteous, unlike some people, and sign off here.

Friday, April 15, 2005

Boston Marathon Malais

Well, it's off to Boston tomorrow. My ankle still hurts even after a few days off. Hopefully a heavy coating of Ben-Gay and the usual competitive adrenalin rush will mask the dull ache. Otherwise I'll just put my head down and shuffle through the motions on Monday. The weather promises to be nice--not the 85 degrees we had last year. My colleague from Milwaukee is also running. He and I are about the same speed, so I'll have someone to run with in case I need some inspiration. I have to pick up my race number and meet friends for dinner on Saturday. Then there's Sunday to do with as I please, and the carb load dinner in the evening. Then the big race on Monday, starting at noon eastern time. I come home Monday night, followed by four chaotic days at work. Then I leave for three weeks of vacation (Australia, New Zealand and Fiji) from April 23-may 15. Can't wait for the marathon and work to be over so I can enjoy some needed R&R.

Saturday, April 02, 2005

John Paul the Great proved a study in contrasts and a man of contagious courage

KAROL Wojtyla's position as the world's leading statesman in the last quarter of the 20th century is unchallenged. He has been the leader of one billion Catholics and Christianity's best-known spokesman. His story is extraordinary, his gifts many and various. While he is above all a man of faith whose ambitions have been overwhelmingly religious, the political consequences of his leadership have been greater than those of any other religious leader since Mohammed.

His life has been a study in contrasts and the verdicts inside and outside the church on his achievements will continue to conflict.

Elected at age 58 in 1978, John Paul II was young by papal standards, energetic, virile, a striking figure who used his theatrical gifts to startling effect in his public appearances. Listening in Ballarat to the sermon at his inaugural Mass in St Peter's Square, I was so heartened, indeed thrilled, by his message and style that I turned off the radio and went to sleep. I needed to hear no more. We were in good hands. In Rome they sold more pictures of him in six months than they sold in the entire pontificate of Paul VI.

Later in his life the images were different. The rich baritone voice was replaced by an often unintelligible slur, the fine features by an expressionless, podgy mask of a face. He found it increasingly difficult to breathe; finally he could not walk, even if the hand tremors subsided. He dribbled. He has not been afraid to let the world see him suffering to exemplify the constant Christian teaching that all humans have an intrinsic dignity. But the love and devotion of young Catholics for this old, sick man has been greater in the past few months than in the days of his prime more than 20 years earlier.

Wojtyla was not born with any silver spoon in his mouth. His father was a soldier, his mother died when he was eight and his only brother when was 12. He was 19 when the Nazis invaded Poland, and was condemned to forced labour in a chemical factory and a quarry during the war years. He was knocked down by a German truck in 1944. Nazi tyranny was replaced by communist oppression. As Pope he was shot in 1981 and had an intestinal tumour removed in 1992. All of this before Parkinson's disease took hold.

Many would have been destroyed by such a set of misfortunes.

Because of the miracles of contemporary travel and communications, the Pope has been seen by more people than any other person in history. No pope has enjoyed such a mass following with many enthusiasts outside the Catholic flock. But he has had many critics within the church, too. Unlike the false prophets, he has not worked to universal acclaim.

He wrote of Christ as a sign of contradiction and on many occasions the pope has had to sail into the wind. He is hated by the hardline liberal secularists. Some of his critics claim that his pontificate has been a failure, at least in the Western world, because he hasn't been able to halt the decline of religious practice. They never add the fact that where his directions have been followed Catholic life has fared much better. Whenever militant liberalism took over the church, Catholic life was devastated, as in the Netherlands and Quebec. In Australian dioceses, where most clergy admire John Paul II, Catholic life is stronger. In fact, there are no militant liberals among young Australian Catholics.

For the Pope, the person of Christ has been central to his life and to his teaching. He has echoed Christ's call to repent and believe, called again and again for prayer and sacrifice. He might be a mystic. This primary interest in following Christ explains why he canonised 500 saints to emphasise the importance of holiness today among many local traditions. Saints do not belong only in ancient, distant cultures.

Yet this religious figure played a pivotal role in the collapse of European and Russian communism, an achievement recognised more by the communists than by many of their secular Western opponents. Leonid Brezhnev objected to General Wojciech Jaruzelski when the Polish government was issuing permits for new churches. The church was the enemy. "Sooner or later it would gag in our throats, it would suffocate us" he warned. He was right.

As a priest, bishop and Pope, John Paul II has lived his life unmarried and childless, following the example of Christ. He has also been the most effective spokesman in the world for the causes of life and love; certainly the most formidable opponent of the culture of death (a phrase he coined) exemplified by the collapse of the birthrate in the Western world below replacement levels, the pandemic of abortions and the push to legalise euthanasia.

He was right to continue mandatory celibacy for the clergy. It was the enforcement of celibacy of the parish clergy under a reinvigorated papacy, the Cluniac reform of the Benedictine monks and the new orders of Franciscans and Dominicans (all unmarried) that brought western Europe out of the Dark Ages. Just as it was the celibate priests, nuns and brothers who transformed civically and religiously the Irish-Australians during the 19th century and the first half of the 20th century.

But no pope has written so eloquently in defence of marriage and the family, while his theology of the body, probably his most important theological contribution, has provided spiritual sustenance for tens of thousands of young Catholics struggling to follow Christian sexual ideals in an age that regards them as foolish and anachronistic.

The Second Vatican Council document on the church in the modern world urged Catholics to engage in a dialogue with the surrounding cultures. No bishop has been more assiduous on this score than this Pope. He has been in constant dialogue with modernity, even as he never compromised essential elements of faith and morals. He has continued to defend moral truths rather than a fashionable relativism, repeated that the ordination of women is impossible, insisted that sexual activity is legitimate only within the institution of heterosexual marriage. Both abortion and euthanasia have been constantly rejected. He has defended reason as well as faith.

While he is acknowledged as the champion of the Judaeo-Christian tradition in the Western culture wars, he has always expounded his case with courtesy and restraint, and refused the role of crusader-in-chief. Unlike some of his medieval predecessors, he has refused to call the West to arms against Islamic terrorists and extremists. He has opposed the use of force and refused to commend not only the second Iraq war but the first as well.

While dialogue between the Vatican and communist intellectuals continued until after the fall of the Berlin Wall (with the communists increasingly open about their disbelief in basic Marxism), the Pope consistently opposed communism in Europe and Asia, and in Latin America, where it had infiltrated the church as liberation theology.

As a central European, the Pope has been typically clear-headed about the beguiling charms of Western life. He dislikes our philistine materialism and individualism, as well as what he has called consumerism and pervasive sexual irresponsibility, which we Westerners tend to take as givens, unchangeables, even when regretted.

He has been outspoken for social justice, explicitly condemnatory of capitalist excess, but no previous pope so explicitly recognised the capacity of free markets to increase prosperity or praised democratic governments for their fostering of the good life. He has resisted enculturation, or accommodation with the prevailing secularism that would have eased the Catholic Church's disappearance into the liberal consensus. But he has been truly a great bridge builder (the literal meaning of pontifex maximus) to all Christian denominations and to the great non-Christian religious traditions. His work with the Jewish people was groundbreaking, while the lack of progress in Catholic-Orthodox dialogue and negotiations has been a sadness and disappointment. He has not been able to visit Russia or China.

John Paul II has brought courage to all those who are oppressed and compassion to those who are suffering. He has defended human rights. After the liberation, Czech president and poet Vaclav Havel welcomed him as a messenger of love "in a country devastated by the ideology of hatred".

He has been a genuine man of the spirit, a true priest. His example and teaching have encouraged orthodox Catholics everywhere to persevere. I personally can vouch for that. He has inspired thousands, perhaps tens of thousands, into the priesthood and religious life.

Even in the West he has steadied the ship. If many were still resolved to be irresolute, solid only for drift, there has been no doubt about where he is heading. He has never lacked courage and courage is contagious.

History will know him as John Paul the Great. He has earned that distinction.

Monday, February 21, 2005

Chris to be Published

A photo researcher wants to publish one of my pictures from Nepal in an upcoming book. The picture is of a traditional Hindu cremation that I took in Pashupatinath, near Kathmandu, on October 16, 2004.

From: John xxxxxxxxxx johnxxxxxxxxxx.1@netzero.net
Date: Wed, 09 Feb 2005 20:54:21 -0500
To: ctrost@wi.rr.com
Subject: Use of Photo



Dear Mr. Trost --

I am a photo researcher under contract to Artesian Press, a small California publisher of educational materials for "at risk" students. Artesian Press would like permission to use your attached photo of Pashupatinath Temple for one of its upcoming books.

The book for which the company would like to use the photo would be a single edition, but there might be multiple printings. Thus, the permission would have to be for an indeterminate number of copies. Artesian Press would need a copy of the photo in the form of either a print or a high-resolution digital file (1600 x 1200 pixels, say, preferably in TIFF format).

Please let me know whether permission for use of the photo, as well as a copy of the photo in the necessary form, are available. Please let me know, too, what fees, if any, would be involved.

Sincerely,
John xxxxxxxxxx
xxxxxxxxxxxx, PA