Not only is GMG’s Craig Kimberley a superb videographer, editor, and cameraman, in case you haven’t noticed on these pages, he’s also the most amazing master of the grill. Yesterday we were treated to his superlative steak tips, barbeque ribs, and pulled pork. Thank you Joan, Hannah, and Craig for the wonderful gifts of friendship, fun, and fantastic food. Happy Summer Yet to Come!
This is a video I did about 11 years ago while working for the Virginian-Pilot and HamptonRoads.tv in Norfolk, Va.
An amazing friend and musician Todd “Tones” Jones produced and played on the track. He’s an amazing guitarist as you will hear. When I first heard this track, I immediately knew I had to create a Memorial Day tribute video. I filmed all the locations throughout the entire Hampton Roads area. (this was pre-HD, sorry) Please enjoy and share!
ARMY, NAVY, AIRFORCE, MARINES, COAST GUARD, NATIONAL GUARD…..THANK YOU FOR YOUR SERVICE
Here’s to the men and women who have sacrificed so much and artist Thi Linh Wernau who’s dedication to support them here at home is an inspiration to us all!
Thi Linh’s photography series “You Are Beautiful: Warriors” has been an inspiration to me for several years. Her dedication to the wounded warriors is unparalleled in the artistic community.
Paul F Frontiero 1925-2012
From Cathy Frontiero’s Facebook Page;
“Remembering our veterans today especially Our Papa. A true gentleman, a wonderful man, the best father inlaw a girl could ask for!!!”
Paul F Frontiero 1925-2012 Navy Coxswain LCVP WWII Pacific Theater, Siapan, Tinian, Tarawa, Leyte, Gilbert Islands, Soloman’s Island.
She got me through a lot of hard times. Now she is keeping my Father and Son company.
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Like the Coast Guard doesn’t have a hard enough job!
SEATTLE — Coast Guard personnel assisted in the removal of an activist who secured himself to the anchor chain of the Arctic Challenger in Bellingham, Wash., Sunday morning.
Matt Fuller requested Coast Guard assistance down from the vessel’s anchor chain at approximately 4:30 a.m. and was taken to Coast Guard Station Bellingham.
Coast Guard personnel transported him in good condition to Station Bellingham were he was met by EMS and the Bellingham Police Department but was not arrested. Fuller was released in good condition.
The Coast Guard has cited four people for violation of the 100-yard safety zone around the Arctic Challenger and has terminated the voyage of two vessels determined to not have had the required safety gear including operating without navigational lights after sunset. A small inflatable raft was held due to lack of proof of ownership.
“The Coast Guard has a duty to promote the safety of life at sea, which includes the encouragement of safe navigation in our ports and waterways by all waterway users, said Lt. Cmdr. Justin Noggle, chief of enforcement at Coast Guard Sector Puget Sound, in Seattle. “The Coast Guard respects the First Amendment Rights of people to safely and lawfully assemble on the water. To that end, we will enforce those laws and regulations necessary to ensure the safety of the maritime public.”
Violation of the safety zone can result in possible civil or criminal penalties. Whether intentional or unintentional, interference with these vessels has the potential to result serious injury, death or pollution in the highly sensitive ecosystem of Puget Sound.
Pair Chains Themselves to Shell Ship Near Seattle to Protest Arctic Drilling
BELLINGHAM, Wash. — Two people have chained themselves to a support ship that is part of Royal Dutch Shell’s exploratory oil drilling plans and currently moored in Washington state.
Eric Ross of the Backbone Campaign said on Saturday morning that Matt Fuller joined student activist Chiara Rose in suspending themselves from the anchor chain of the Arctic Challenger, which is in Bellingham Bay.
Rose suspended herself from the ship with a climbing harness on Friday night in protest to Shell’s plan for Arctic drilling.
The Coast Guard cutter Osprey spent the night monitoring Rose but took no action, Petty Officer 3rd Class Katelyn Shearer said Saturday morning. “We’re really most concerned for her safety and the safety of everyone involved,” Shearer said.
Ross said both Rose and Fuller are fine and are not being harassed by the Coast Guard. But he expressed concern for Rose’s health and said she must be getting dehydrated and tired after her night above the water.
Authorities spoke with the woman and asked her to remove herself. “There’s no plans right now to do anything further,” Shearer said.
The ship isn’t scheduled to leave the port for several days.
— The Associated Press
Juni Van Dyke writes, “Hi Kim, The stunning “Downtown Quilt” is finished and on Tuesday May 26th at 11:00am Mayor Sefatia will unveil the quilt at City Hall (second floor). Come cheer on the creativity of our amazing seniors!
Maggie Rosa’s Detail of Beauport
In general, I’m doing OK, and taking it easy at home today with my sister, Barb. I always need a rest after a day in the gallery and/or a visit to the hospital. It was coincidence that my bracelets ended up on one arm yesterday. This afternoon, Barb and I will eat some of Susan LaRosa’s homemade meatballs with gravy, and take in the Sox game on TV. Relaxing!
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So, Thatcher turned 8 yesterday. And, lucky you, since I haven’t done one of those l.o.n.g parenting-is-crazy type blog posts for a while…I’m due.
This birthday has hit me. I’m not sure why. It isn’t a biggie as far as birthdays go. It isn’t an “oh my goodness, my baby is already old enough for Kindergarten!”, or an “I can’t believe my baby is now double digits!”, or a “how is it possible that my baby is officially an adult!”. It is none of those. It is just 8. But, as with much of parenting, I was blindsided. I was completely surprised at how sad…well, not really sad….maybe nostalgic….I was.
I should say, for the record, that I’m totally ok with my boys growing up and I’m kind of loving this age. All the more reason that I was surprised by being upset. I loved the baby stage and thought my boys were tremendously excellent during the toddler and preschool ages, but I have to admit that I have enjoyed watching them grow into full-fledged boys now that they’re both elementary school age even more. I was incredibly happy that I honestly felt “done” (not in a holy crap, shoot me, I’m done kind of way, for the record….but a two kids works for me, I don’t have the slightest itch for a third kind of way). I did a victory dance and end zone celebration when they got out of diapers (both right at 2 1/2 thank goodness), when they were finally able to buckle and unbuckle their own car seats (AMEN), and when they switched from tubbies to showers. I have also been absolutely smitten by the fact that I can travel light. By “travel” I’m not speaking about actual vacations…..just your everyday trip the store, beach, or even restaurants! No more packing 800 snacks and 1,000 activities to keep the boys quiet and well behaved. It is now seriously as easy as “Brush your teeth and get in the car.” AND…as if that isn’t cool enough…they’re even helpful sometimes. Mind blown. They now unpack their lunch boxes and backpacks after school, fill their own water bottles EVERY time before leaving the house, feed the dog, take care of the rabbit, fill the bird feeders (kind of), and water the plants. Shot, score! I am also totally enjoying the fact that we enjoy the same music (for the most part), like some of the same shows (watching The Voice and Amazing Race together has been pretty cool), and the same sports. While the Bruins have held their interest for years already, this is the first year that they’ve really enjoyed watching the Red Sox on TV. Thatcher can tell you the starting line-up, the pitching rotation, and some of the more interesting stats. Yeah, me!!
So, it has been good. It has been easy. It has been fun. We’re in a pretty awesome place. We’ve started to enjoy each other on a slightly different level. I’m not explaining it well…but, it is no longer us entertaining them…it is us experiencing things together….and with A LOT of great conversations. They’ve developed senses of humor that aren’t just super cute like when they were little, but are actually funny….like, for real. So, why so teary? I still don’t know.
It started to hit me when I went birthday shopping. I was looking for something in the sporting goods section of a large toy store. As I walked from the front left corner of the store to the back right corner of the store, it occurred to me that Thatcher had outgrown every single isle in the entire store other than the sporting goods. I thought that simple fact would be cause for a happy dance, but instead I felt a tiny pang….a little bit of a loss. Oddly enough, I don’t even like shopping in those large toy stores anyway….so why care that he’d outgrown it? And then, all day yesterday, as if aware that he was suddenly older on a different level….Thatcher acted like he was 15 all day long. We were kind of riding the fence between little kid and bigger kid for the last year or so and I feel like, all of a sudden, he not only hurdled the fence, but then ran so far away from it that I can’t even see the darn fence in his wake. Like, when (although not my proudest moment) he asked if we had arranged for the Patriot cheerleaders to bring out his birthday cake at dinner. What?
So, my first little guy is now a big guy. He had his choice of how to spend his day yesterday and, in typical Thatcher fashion, his choices summed up his love of life as he knows it. He knew right away….with zero hesitation…that he wanted to catch minnows, go to the beach, definitely NOT skip hockey, eat some sushi, and maybe grab an ice cream on the way home. Who could say “no” to that? So, he opened his presents (over a plate of fried dough and bacon), we packed for the beach, he caught hundreds of minnows with Finn and a couple of his best buds, raced home for quick showers, played 90 minutes of hockey, hit the Studio for some sushi and a Chocolate Torte with fresh Raspberry Coulis…and a candle, and then headed home for bed. The only thing we didn’t fit in was the ice cream on the way home. No room in the birthday boy’s belly. Maybe tomorrow.
After we said our last “Happy Birthdays” and “Goodnights” I heard him rustling around in his bed. When I asked what he was doing he said, “I can’t find Hospital Bear.” Hospital Bear is a little stuffed animal that we put next to Thatcher as soon as he was born….and whom he has slept with every night since. We found the little guy under the blankets and as I walked out of the room I heard him say, “Happy Birthday, Hospital Bear.” Maybe he isn’t all grown-up after all. Maybe that fence is just a little bit back in sight.