My first blog space is long gone, but many of my first blogs were captured and are on the Internet Wayback Machine, also known as archive.org, if you know where to look.
Here’s one of my blogs from the evening of 28 June 2009 – I’d been back in the USA for just over two months, after living in Germany since February 2001, and was adjusting to life back in my home country and home state. I had to change the MySpace links though:
Our adventure in Louisville continues:
Stefan went to his first baseball game (it was also Albi’s first baseball game and his first dirt track race. Guess which he liked more? And Stefan went on his own to a motorcycle gathering for motorcycle travelers/adventure riders in Eastern Kentucky (hurrah! there are such people in the USA! He’s been worried…)
We’ve also made trips to Mammoth Cave (took the Historic tour; Stefan liked it very much), Maker’s Mark Distillery (free samples!), Lincoln’s Birthplace and various places on Bardstown Road (the Irish pubs, the Homemade Ice Cream and Pie Kitchen, and the The Falafel House, where I dazzled the staff with my SEVEN words of Arabic).
Special thanks to my friend Jennifer, who made Stefan feel extra welcomed by donning a black wig, blacking out her front teeth, and running across the parking lot of Lynn’s Paradise Cafe while yelling, “Stefan! Stefan! Welcome to Kentucky.” He’s still recovering from that cultural experience. I spent the whole event laying on the sidewalk convulsing with laughter.
Stefan now has his green card.
I’ve been listening to the local public radio station, WFPL, and often, the announcer says, “This news hour is brought to you by: The Embassy of Germany. Learn more about Germany as a vacation destination or as a partner for your business…” I’m impressed! The public radio audience in Louisville is *exactly* the type of audience that Germany should be going after, no kidding. We’ve wondered for the last eight years how Germany advertises to Americans. Through June, we only have access to TV-by-antennae, and so far, I haven’t seen any advertisements for Germany — guess the network TV audience isn’t their desired demographic.
Watched Sheba, Baby, a rather bad movie with the fabulous Pam Grier, on TV the other day, because it turned out to have been filmed in Louisville, Kentucky in the 1970s. My how the city has changed! Awful movie, but the city scenes, and Grier’s outfits, were fun.
It’s so nice to have TV in English again, I cannot lie… I also got to enjoy the Tony Awards live for the first time since 2000. My verdict on the 2009 show: Best. Opening. EVA. And, as well, Greatest. Closing. EVA. Host Neil Patrick Harris was terrific (there wasn’t enough of him actually), musical numbers were terrific, and except for Carrie Fisher’s TRAIN WRECK of an outfit, everyone’s dresses were terrific. Ultimate compliment is from Carmen Thornton, expert on Tony Awards and wine maven at Old Town in Louisville: “This stands up to the 1987 Tony award, which I have on tape.” What more of an endorsement do you need?
I’ve taken TARC, the local bus system, a few times this summer and enjoyed it immensely. The drivers were friendly and helpful, the buses were clean, and the web site is comprehensive and detailed. Only complaint: TARC doesn’t allow dogs. Highlights of my TARC trips:
- A very old black gentlemen — one of those unofficial-mayor-of-the-neighborhood types — regaling everyone at a downtown bus stop with incredible stories of when Al Capone and various famous performers of the era would visit Louisville, where black entertainers stayed during Jim Crow, etc.
- A middle-aged white good ole’ boy standing in the front of the bus talking to the driver, telling her in his strong Kentucky accent, “Well, I don’t want to sound sissified or nuthin’, but that thar Yoga really helps me calm down. You’d think hittin’ a hammer all day would really release all yer anger, but it don’t like Yoga does.”
- A young white woman telling two different people on the bus, with no shame whatsoever, that she had spent Sunday night in jail on a suspended license and what a HUGE inconvenience it was not to be able to use her car now, adding, “I’ve NEVER been in no trouble before” (so, dear madam, how then do you explain that suspended license?).
- Realizing why the young, large black woman looked so very, very uncomfortable in her seat in the front of the bus: the bus driver stopped at an intersection next to a hospital, even though the light was green, and honked the horn until the guy in scrubs crossing the street and wearing an MP3 player turned around to see what the noise was; the driver yelled, “Hey, come over here and help this woman over to the hospital. She’s havin’ a baby.” When someone on the bus remarked how sad it was that the woman had had to take public transportation to the hospital to have a baby, the driver said, “Well, that’s how I did it myself!”
If you had told me back in March that, by now, we would have taken our dog Albi to two bars (Molly Malone’s and the Nach Bar) and a minor league baseball game, I would have said, “That’s crazy! How many Hefe Weissens have you had tonight?!?” But it’s true – Louisville is dog-friendly. In addition, I’ve seen dogs with their owners at outdoor areas of many restaurants on Bardstown Road and people walking their dogs all over town. Now, if we could only take her on the city buses and it was cooler in the summer, life in Louisville would be perfect!
USA men’s soccer victory over Spain in the Confederations Cup? Rapturous. It was all I could do to stop myself from honking the horn of the U-Haul wildly as I drove across Tennessee (heading back from Austin). The loss to Brazil? Heart-breaking. And I’m someone who has had her heart broken over sports many, many times…
Yes, we road tripped to Austin, to deal with various matters, since Austin was my official home while I lived in Germany. Highlights of that trip: seeing Star Trek (awesome) at the Alamo Draft House (also awesome) while eating artichoke pizza (also awesome), playing table shuffleboard at Shoal Creek Saloon and the bartender donning a mullet wig, taking Stefan to Ginny’s Little Longhorn, eating at Enchiladas y Mas and our hosts, Sharron and Ron.
Unfortunately, we’re having to move again before leaving Louisville, because the place we’re renting has another tenant waiting. Most of our things are in storage, and we’re moving just up the street, but we still have enough to make it annoying to have to move again.
And then we’ll move again at the end of July and head to Portland, Oregon (or there abouts).
And we did head to Portland, and stay, and almost 10 years later, we’re still in the greater Portland metro area… or there abouts…
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