Sunday, July 13, 2008

Benjamin's Bar Mitzvah and other miscellaneous thoughts from London....



Ben, the star of the weekend!

Benjamin Franklin (one of my favorites) quotes:
"There are three faithful friends - an old wife, an old dog, and ready money."
"Keep your eyes wide open before marriage, half shut afterwards."
If you haven't read Franklin or tales of his life, do so posthaste. A fascinating fellow!

A few weeks ago I was in London for the Bar Mitzvah of my youngest nephew, Benjamin Kahn. Besides being outrageously expensive, London is still relatively civilized. In five days, I took a canal cruise, a walking tour of an old village (now part of London), a jog through a lovely park, and a bicycle ride along the Thames.

As you might expect, most of the long weekend was taken up with family events. I will post some photos of the Bar Mitzvah events for family members and friends who check this blog. For others without interest in the subject, my apologies (skip to the end).


Ben, Daniel and Rachel with cousin Noa

Ben and his uncle Larry Soberman


Sally Soberman, the matriarch
of the family!


















My sibs Larry and Marcia

Marcia and Daniel
My mother Sally Soberman
and sister Marcia Fenton












Two sisters - Marcia and Reva






Reva and Robert
at Shabbat brunch












A happy time
for the family!






































For those of you that
were wondering...yes
I was there too (although
mostly on the other side
of the camera lens).









Lamb chops...yummy



Grandfather
Alfred Kahn
with Rachel







Rachel and Daniel give a speech
in honor of their brother Ben





















The elegant club where
the party took place




Sushi table




Table
centerpiece









Tea bags!



The party/dining room












Dancing into the night!








Ben made several lovely speeches, including this one.


My baby sister Reva (mother of the Bar Mitzvah boy) recently celebrated a "big" birthday. In her honor Linda and I made a collage of photos of her life.
Now for highlights of the rest of my short trip.

On arrival, as usual, I was tired. My mother had arrived the previous day, and had plenty of energy. So we took a bus to Camden Town, where we boarded a boat on one of the many canals in London. (Yes, we too were surprised to learn about the existence of these canals).

The canals afforded views of beautiful buildings, the zoo, and many barges where Londoners live yearround! It was a lovely, warm day, and a perfect way to enjoy London without too much stress on my arrival day.


























































































On Sunday morning I took a walking tour of Hampstead, an ancient small village which is now part of London proper. Mansions and narrow mews, pubs and gardens. A great way to spend the morning.


















































Afterwards, I had a tasty lunch (smoked salmon and mackeral pie with a pint of good English beer)
at a centuries old pub, the Holly Bush.










































My last day in London I spent with old friends Rebecca and Robert Willer. Rebecca went to college with me, and now owns a gorgeous gallery in the Kensington area (www.willer.co.uk). Check it out.







Robert is a barrister (attorney), who enjoys bicycle riding around the world. He took me on a three hour ride along the Thames River. It's unbelievable - 10 minutes outside of London is a world (and perhaps a century) away. We stopped at a nursery/restaurant for tea and cakes. We also watched a lot of Wimbleton tennis on television (over wine and fruit tart).






























































That evening, at my request, we went for Indian food at Malabar. The pictured desert (whose name escapes me), was wonderful!




















London was terrific. I packed a lot of activity in a short period of time. The only thing missing was Linda. That won't happen again.

Cheerio until my next blog posting.

Monday, June 16, 2008

Recent Items of Interest (at least to some)





















A few weeks ago I was having lunch with friends in a restaurant in Ann Arbor, Michigan. This gentleman (?), accompanied by his garden shears, was at the next table. I snapped a photo...he didn't see me, or at least didn't react. Would someone please tell me what is going on?














Last week we were in Stratford, Ontario for the wonderful world famous Shakespeare Festival www.stratfordfestival.ca Friends from San Miguel, Bruce Backer and Deborah Spilfogel, accompanied us.

We stayed at a fascinating place - http://www.rundlesrestaurant.com/housemain.html
and saw three shows - Cabaret (not Shakespeare!), Loves Labour's Lost and The Taming of the Shrew.

My heartfelt thanks to Jamie and Denise Jacob, friends who told me about Mr. Dog,
one of their favorite restaurants in Stratford.

Not only did I have a wonderful meal there, but I discovered their hot dog source - a butcher shop called Cressman's.




































We stopped at a grocery store in Stratford, where Linda took this photo of Bruce, me and an unidentified gentleman. This could be our future.















Finally, last Saturday I assisted a photographer friend, Dirk Bakker, who is illustrating a book on historic churches of Detroit (yes, it's true, you skeptics).


Detroit used to be known as the Florence of the United States because of its abundance of beautiful churches). This church had a beautiful painted ceiling (acoustic tile, we were told), Tiffany windows, and Pewabic tile floor (www.pewabic.org) A tragedy is that many of the churches have copper gutters, trim or roofs, and that vandals are stealing the copper. Afterwards, the roofs leak and damage the interiors of the churches. Usually there are no funds to make repairs, so in a few years, these lovely churches may be ruined.




Sunday, June 15, 2008

Powerless in Paradise




















It's been a tough week in Michigan. On Sunday, a major storm moved in and took down branches, entire trees and telephone poles. We were visiting friends nearby, and taking a tour of their lake in their boat, when the sky turned dark and threatening. We quickly returned to shore and secured the boat, but not quickly enough to avoid a soaking.

Power went out at their home, but fortunately they had a generator that quickly restored basic functions - lights and television!


When returned home, we found our street blocked by huge downed trees. Fortunately, we were able to get into our driveway. Although we have a generator, it wasn't working (let me accept fault here...it needed a new battery and I hadn't taken care of it).


That night we retired to our dark bedroom with flashlights, candles, and a camping lantern.

The next day, I tried to jump start the generator, using a car battery. I succeeded...in blowing up the old generator battery. So I went out and bought a new battery and installed it. Eureka! The generator worked! It powered the freezer, refrigerator and hall lights. Unfortunately, no plugs, kitchen or bedroom lights. So another two nights with the candles and lantern.


Finally, our electrician Glenn came over and attached additional lights and plugs to the generator, allowing us to eat in the kitchen and watch DVD's (no phone or cable TV yet).

The days went by with no change. Teams of DTE (electric company) roamed the area, ignoring our problem. We had live wires on the street and lakefront. DTE did assign some office workers to direct traffic in front of our house and around the live wires. But the traffic directors had no idea when power would be restored.

































A pole was delivered. On Wednesday.














Limbs were cut down. On Thursday.



Finally, on Friday, the new pole and transformer were installed and we were promised service by 3 pm. About 6 pm it actually happened.















So, what did we learn?
1. Camping out is only fun when it's by choice
2. It's not romantic to be marooned in your bedroom after dark
3. Keep the battery in your generator charged and check it regularly





Not that we have much to complain about. Detroit doesn't normally get floods, earthquakes, hurricanes and other natural disasters. An occasional storm (rain or snow) or tornado is about it. So although we may not literally be living in paradise, there are some compensations for midwest life.