A to Z Theme 2016

For my 2016 A to Z theme I used a meme that I ran across on the blog of Bridget Straub who first saw it on the blog of Paula Acton. This meme is a natural for me to use on my memoir blog. It's an A to Z concept and it's about me. No research and nothing complicated. I'm given twenty six questions or topics to discuss that are about me.

In April I kept my posts short and uncomplicated. In the midst of it all you might learn a few things about me that you didn't previously know.

Monday, April 30, 2012

Zebulon, North Carolina

The Juggling Jacksons
         My dad used to do a lot of things that embarrassed me.   This was rarely his intent, but there were things he sometimes did that made me uncomfortable.  It was like I would want to hide and act like I didn't know him.  One such instance takes my memory back to Zebulon, North Carolina.

          This was in the late 1960s.   I was still in high school at the time and working in my family's juggling act whenever we had bookings.  Since we had moved to East Tennessee and there weren't enough booking agents to keep us working regularly in the area, my father had started his own agency and began booking numerous dates at corporate banquets and parties.  One such occasion was a company function in Zebulon.

           We had an entire self contained show in which my father would do some stand-up comedy and solo juggling after which my sister would do a magic dance act.  For the grand finale we would perform our seven person juggling act which included an extended comedy segment at the end.  Our show was a crowd-pleaser that audiences seemed to enjoy a great deal.

            Something else that I should mention here is that my father was a very devout Christian.  He often studied the Bible and could cite Biblical facts and verses with ease.  I think that perhaps somewhere in his aspirations was a desire to be an evangelist or to at least write books based on his study of the Bible.

            My father also loved show business and especially juggling and comedy.  On stage his exuberance poured out to the delight of the audience.  Even I thought he was funny and I never tired of watching his comedy juggling act or listening to the same jokes.  But in Zebulon he did something unexpected that I had never seen him do in a show before.

             At the beginning of his act on that night he began to make a biblical reference to Zebulon and began talking about the Bible and Jesus.  I cringed and wanted to go where no one could see me.  I wished I wasn't there.  Now I don't recall exactly what he said, I only know he said something that wasn't a usual part of the act.

            As it turned out, nobody seemed upset and at the end of the show the audience seemed very satisfied.  In retrospect I wish I had listened closely to whatever it was he had said.  And now I smile thinking about this. I feel proud that my father was willing to get up there and speak his convictions without shame or any care about what anyone thought.

            My father was like that.  When I was younger I was often afraid of what people would think.  My father seemed fearless.  And he filled our lives with fun.  In Zebulon he made another memory among the many memories of people I have known, things I have done, and places I have been.


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Saturday, April 28, 2012

Yuma, Arizona

Downtown Yuma, Arizona (2)Downtown Yuma, Arizona (2) (Photo credit: Ken Lund)

            The day we played Lake Havasu City, Arizona it was hot--one of the hottest days I'd ever experienced. But it was a dry heat as they say.  I don't care what they say, 120 degrees in mid-afternoon is more than I can comfortably deal with when I have to be out in it.

             It was was mid-August and the Magical Land of Oz tour of the World of Fantasy Players was making it's downward swoop of the western states before hitting a few dates in New Mexico and then a month of shows in Texas.  We would be heading to Yuma after our evening show at the Lake Havasu City high school.  In these climes I tried to schedule our travel time at night when it was a bit cooler.

            We killed time in the afternoon checking out the London Bridge.  The bridge had been moved stone by stone from London and reassembled here in Lake Havasu.  We looked at it but it was so hot that was about all we cared to do.  Instead we went to Hussong's Mexican restaurant to eat a leisurely lunch.  The main thing we cared about was the air-conditioning.

           Thankfully the Performing Arts Center at the high school was air-conditioned.  It's a modern facility with an easy load in and a high tech stage and auditorium.   We were there ready to go when they opened the stage door at 3 PM so we could get our equipment unloaded and retreat into the coolness of the auditorium.

            After the show, when darkness had set in, it was cooler than it had been, but still in the low 90s.  The show truck was undoubtedly uncomfortable to ride in, but my van was air-conditioned so that the 150 mile drive to Yuma was not too bad.  Not being a freeway it was a somewhat slow drive on parts of route 95, but the last stretch ran through desolate desert and was unencumbered by traffic.  We arrived in Yuma around 1 AM.   The temperature had cooled down to somewhere in the eighties.

            The next day in Yuma it was hot.  Not as hot as it had been the day before, but it still got up to about 113 degrees Fahrenheit.  When we went out the city was mostly quiet.  I guess people stayed in the air conditioning and came out only when they had to.  I thought about those stories of people cooking eggs on sidewalks.  I wondered if anyone ever ate those eggs.

             Yuma doesn't seem like a place I'd want to live.  Especially in the summertime.  I don't like extreme heat and I have no craving for sidewalk cuisine.   There's nothing calling out to me in Yuma.

            Yet every winter thousands of people descend upon the city in their travel trailers and motor homes.  Snowbirds they're called.  They come from Canada and states up North.  They fill up the vast treeless encampments that were empty stretches of concrete pads baking in the sun when I saw them.  It's not my kind of life but I guess those people like it.

             Passing through Yuma on my way to someplace else like Phoenix or San Diego is okay.  A short stop in Yuma might even be okay.  But I have no desire to be in Yuma under a searing sun, perhaps cooking an egg on a concrete trailer pad where some snowbird will be parking his motor home come December.  That's not something I want to do.

            I wonder if you can cook bacon on those trailer pads?



           

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Friday, April 27, 2012

teXas

Texas state welcome sign, along Interstate 30,...Texas state welcome sign, along Interstate 30, entering from Arkansas. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

        There are a number of places in Mexico and China that begin with the letter X, but I can't write about them not having been there.  And I can't say for sure if I've ever been to Xenia, Ohio so it would be hardly fair to write about that town.   So I'm pressed to come up with a place in the United States where I've been that begins with an X.

          Often the letter X is used to represent a center of things--"you are here" or "X marks the spot".  Then I think about that massive state of Texas.   The X is in the middle of the name, but in a way Texas seems like the center of the United States.  Oh, it's not the geographical center of the U.S. or even North America.  And it's not the population center, although oddly enough in 2010 and 2011 that distinction went to Texas county in Missouri.

          No, it just seems like Texas is smack dab in the middle of it all and when you're traveling the U.S., for much of the time you are there somewhere in Texas.  A good many travelers going from one region of the United States to another will at some time pass through at least part of Texas.  If you're traveling via I-10 or I-20 you'll spend a lot of time in Texas.  If you cross the country on I-40 you'll still pass through Texas, but not as long.

          I've heard some say that they found driving through Texas boring.  Not me.  To me there is something fascinating about the vastness of the state.   Miles of empty space punctuated by quiet little towns in the middle of nowhere that conjure images of lone cowboys and The Last Picture Show.   If you've seen that movie then that's what a lot of those towns look like.

           That's not to say there isn't some major urban life in Texas.  Of the ten biggest cities in the United States three of them are in Texas.  The only state that matches that is California and that may change since, according to statistics, a lot of people from California have been leaving that state with many of them going to, yeah you guessed it, Texas.

          Texas has just about everything.  There are beaches and mountains, deserts and swamp lands, and city sprawl and farm land.  It's a diverse state geographically as well as culturally.  The weather tends to be temperate most of the time, but it can get cold and snowy in the winter and blistering hot in the summer.

           The largest state border with Mexico is that of Texas.  Much of that border is fairly desolate though there are some large urban areas on the Mexican side.  Texas also borders long stretches of four different U.S. states.    The Texas highway system has enough roads to circle the Earth more than three times.  Some people who have traversed Texas may have felt like they had circled the Earth.

           In my days of touring with the Ken Griffin Magic Show and the World of Fantasy Players we spent a lot of time in Texas.  There were a lot of towns to play and some good money to be made.  We had some good times in that state.  I always looked forward to going there.

          If someone were to tell me that I was going to have to settle down and live in Texas for the rest of my life, I guess I wouldn't be terribly upset.  Some places in Texas might be more disconcerting than others, but as long as I  had all the necessities of modern life I guess I could deal with it.

         I would prefer to just be able to pass through Texas now and then on my way from one place to another.  Or maybe just drive around Texas for a long time.   Texas is a good place to drive around.  When God made Texas, I think he probably made it for roads, cars, and driving.  Driving a long, long way.





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Thursday, April 26, 2012

Winslow, Arizona

Standin'On The Corner Park Winslow, AZStandin'On The Corner Park Winslow, AZ (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
        The first year my wife and I drove from Los Angeles to the East Coast, I prepared a soundtrack for the trip.  She'd never made the cross-country trip in an Easterly direction and like me, she enjoys road trips.  Since the drive was going to be a long one, I wanted to have some music to entertain us.

         She and I don't listen to music together all that often and I wanted to introduce her to some of my favorite music from years gone by.  Originally from Ecuador, she'd never heard of much of the music that I like.

          Before leaving home, I filled a CD holder with the recordings arranged thematically to where we'd be along the way.  Following I-40 in Arizona we'd be passing through Kingman, Flagstaff, and Winslow.

          I couldn't resist.  I had the "Best of the Eagles" set to play as we neared Winslow.  Then as we exited to take the loop through town we listened to:

"Standing on a corner in Winslow, Arizona"

          "Take It Easy" is a wonderful song written by Jackson Browne, but made famous by The Eagles.  I'd heard and sang that Winslow line so many times that driving though town with that song playing seemed like something that had to be done since we were so close to the town.   There's some sort of souvenir tourist spot in the center of town called "The Corner in Winslow Arizona".   I slowed down, but didn't stop.   We had to make it to Albuquerque by that night and that was still a good ways off.




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Wednesday, April 25, 2012

Vancouver, British Columbia

View on Vancouver on October 1, 2005View on Vancouver on October 1, 2005 (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

          When I was traveling with the World of Fantasy Players theater group, we had some good tour planners and agents who usually seemed to manage to book us on a steady schedule while allowing for some time off in some nice places to be.  I don't know if it was intentional or serendipitous, but it was fine by me and the young people I had touring with me.

            In the summer of 1986 we were doing our annual tour up the Okanagan Valley of British Columbia.  This is a beautiful region of lakes surrounded by scenic mountains and popular with tourists.  Our tour of this region always culminated with the city of Prince George which was several hundred miles north.

             This particular year our agent managed to book us in the scenic town of Squamish about 40 miles north of Vancouver, BC.  The trip from Prince George to Squamish was a hair-raising adventure which I won't go in length to tell here other than it involved what I believed to be a short cut that led us through many miles of mountains on gravel roads in a steady downpour.  Thankfully we arrived in Squamish without mishap and in rather good time.

             But I digress for this story about Vancouver.  Actually there's no big story other than in 1986 the World's Fair was taking place in Vancouver and we conveniently had a few days off.  My wife and I and our young daughter spent one day at the fair as did the tour members.  It was raining--I guess it rains a lot in Vancouver.

            The rain actually may have been an advantage as it kept the crowds down which meant lines to the attractions were not very long.   Susan and I had attended the World's Fair in Knoxville, Tennessee in 1982 and it was a much different story there--big crowds and long lines.   That visit had been the day after we had gotten married.  We wanted to see the World's Fair that was so close to my Tennessee home and we knew that this would be our only chance to visit since we were going to be on the road with the show all year.  One day at the World's Fair--two World's Fairs --was all we got, but at least we got to go.

          I  don't remember if it was then or another time that we went to the Historic Gastown District of Vancouver but I remember being there and eating in a restaurant.  In fact I find it a bit amazing that in those years I went to two World's Fairs, several major cities, a number of national parks, and I couldn't tell you how many other attractions and I don't remember much about a lot of them.  And yet I can recall details of some of the most absurd events, certain show venues, and quiet little podunks that most travelers would never bother to go to.

          The memory can be an odd trickster.  I've been to Vancouver, BC,  It seemed like a nice place, but I can't tell you much about it.   Someday I'd like to go to Vancouver and actually remember it.


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Tuesday, April 24, 2012

Ulvade, Texas

        

         Ulvade, Texas is one of those towns you might see listed on a road sign when you're driving in Texas.  You might even pass through it and maybe even stop for gas, but most people probably wouldn't go to Ulvade for any reason.  



            The first time I passed through this small Texas town was in 1974 when my friend Vernon and I were driving back to Tennessee after visiting Big Bend National Park.  We'd gone to the border town of Ciudad Acuna, Mexico and followed U.S. Hwy 90 through Ulvade in order to pick I-10 in San Antonio.   I remember seeing the mileage signs to Ulvade, but I don't remember the town.

           And so it was over the years.  I'd see the sign telling how far it was to Ulvade and then we'd pass through it.  Once the show I toured with in the 80s actually played Ulvade.  I don't think it was more than once and the one time I can't even remember anything about being there.  I only remember seeing it on our schedule.  It stood out on the schedule because I had seen the name on signs so many times.

            I suppose Ulvade might be an okay place to live.  I couldn't say because I don't remember anything about it.  According to the official website of the town,  "Uvalde is an active and engaging city, and a great place to live! "  I'll take their word for that.

             For me, Ulvade is an okay place to pass through, but I wouldn't want to live there.  But then again that's not a fair thing for me to say since I only remember the name of the town.   I don't remember anything about Ulvade itself.

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Monday, April 23, 2012

Tu-Lane Truck Stop

English: Highway 401 in Kitchener, looking eas...Image via Wikipedia        Not too far outside of Kitchener, Ontario, right off Highway 401, used to sit the Tu-Lane Truck Stop.  Highway 401--sometimes called "The King's Highway"--is the main thoroughfare running across lower Ontario from Detroit to the far Eastern side of the province.  It's a busy highway with a constant stream of traffic including many trucks.

         What first prompted me to stop at the Tu-Lane Truck Stop I don't remember.  It was probably because it was late and I was hungry and the Tu-Lane was open.  It's sometimes said that truckers know the best places to eat and if this is a true indicator, the Tu-Lane must have been good because it was busy with truckers catching a late night meal.

          On my first visit in 1981 I ordered a bowl of chili with toast.  First of all I've always been accustomed to eating chili with saltine crackers and the accompaniment of toast seemed odd to me.   But what I got was just right.  The chili was robust in tomatoey chili powder flavor, but it had a sweetness that balanced any spiciness quite nicely.   I had never tasted a chili with that amount of sweetness and I was pleasantly surprised. The buttered toasted white bread made the perfect companion to the chili.

          Lest my assessment was due to my hunger, I returned the following year to see if the chili had really been as good as I had thought.  This time I went in the afternoon for lunch.  I ordered the chili once again and was not disappointed.  The chili met my expectations and I decided that this was one of the best bowls of chili that I had eaten in any restaurant.

          Throughout the rest of the 1980s I made my yearly pilgrimage to the Tu-Lane Truck Stop.  Fortunately we were in Kitchener every year so I was able to have that chili several times in that decade.  I never tried anything else on the menu--why would I when I needed my fill of a chili that made my mouth water just thinking about it.
 
           An internet search told me that the truck stop is no longer there.  I don't know who else makes chili and toast quite like that.   I've tried.  I can make a good chili, but it never seems to be quite like the chili at Tu-Lane.   I've not even been able to duplicate the way they made the toast, but maybe it was the combination of the toast and the chili that really made the difference.

            In my fantasy road trip of memory, I look for that sign along the highway:  "Tu-Lane Truck Stop".  I pull in and park.   There's a dream bowl of chili with toast waiting for me.



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