Friday, March 15, 2019

How's by you?


Cruise Prep April 2013

"Those were the days my friend, I thought they would never end."  But they did, apparently with my last cruise in 2016, which began in Vancouver, Canada, headed north to Alaska and then turned south and followed the western coast of the United States south and through the Panama Canal, finally making port in Fort Lauderdale.

I had booked a cruise for the next year of the Baltic Sea region that would end up crossing the Northern Atlantic Ocean and home to the United States. But some unforeseen health issues made me feel it might be better to stay closer to home. Couple that with a growing dislike of solo travel and there you have it, me stuck on land for the past three years.

Herein lies my travel problems. While I would like to travel with a friend, I don't want to bunk with a friend. I have inordinate need for private space.

I think that is growing up like an 'only child' ~ the baby of the family, siblings separated by years and years. Twenty years for one and thirteen years for the other. Yeah, definitely 'only child' material.

Most travel partners want to share. Understandable due to the extra cost of single space bookings. Very few cruise lines offer up single space bookings, and those are in limited supply. So a single cruiser ends up most of the time paying at least one and a half times the per person rate to close to twice the price.

I once had three dinner companions that were sharing the same cabin space. Three unrelated human beings! I would often think about this during slow dinner conversations.

I know I am being silly. Cruise ships are huge spaces, sometimes easily holding 6,000 plus human beings. Small cities. Why do I cling so fervently to that 300 square feet of privacy????


Thursday, March 7, 2019

Santa Anita Racetrack Today




This story   caught my eye. I was just a little kid when I first went to Santa Anita. At that time it was to visit our Japanese neighbors that had been detained there during World War II. But that's another story.

After the war years I went on to teethe here. When my dad asked me if I wanted to go to the park, Santa Anita Racetrack was the park he had in mind. During racing season Dad was always easy to find and Santa Anita was less than ten miles from my home.

On one occasion I hailed a cab and managed to get a General Admission ticket and then sent an usher to my dad with a message that his little girl was there and in need of a seat in the Club House. Those were the days.

Sad to read that so many horses had to be put down due to injuries from a too wet track. As the song goes, "It never rains in California, it only pours."

Monday, March 4, 2019