Blog-azic

On the tails of a blue moon, some thirty days ago, Susan and I flew north to Lorain for my sister's wedding. In high summer, Lorain dries out, the sun is hot, and the breeze is cool. It would have been a treat to get back down to the French Creek, to show my wife and my mother's new pup, Teddy Jackson, the lush bottom lands filled with arums and spicebush, to take my shoes off and wade into the creek remembering the time I swiped at the minnows or saw the giant catfish down a dark, deep pool, to rush through the mosquito filled swamps to reach that old field filled with wildflowers and turkey. But, all that was not to be. Instead, we were put to work. I drove all over the West (and East) side of Cleveland getting kegs and bottles of beer and wine. In the end, we nearly 100 bottles left over and a couple cases of wine! Then, we spent long days out in the Oberlin country at their house, setting up the decorations, refilling the cistern, trying out the mead and cider I had ma

I first conveived it driving home - a radio interview about something, the man talking about how the greatest joys in life are felt not at the destination, but on the journey to it. The statement resonated with me, and I quickly put together a brief flow of ideas: a journey, time and space, mortality, and end with a pop. The final toast was not recorded on paper nor in audio, but it went something like this ...    "I think the greatest joys in life are found not in the destination, but in the journey to it. Susan, we've been through a lot to get us to this point and we've a long way yet to go. The universe is vastly bigger in time and space than we humans can imagine. However, I know we will be together forever. Here's to the journey."  Next up, Chris Zdinak, whose toast was best-man perfection. About the beginning of our relationship, Chris recalled that he speculated whether it would end up in a marraige or a restraining order! I had a gre