I altered mine a bit from the advertised serving suggestion
I decided to try the 100% Vegan Impossible “Meatless Meat” at Qdoba yesterday. Thought I would do a traditional taco (NOT Vegan) but use the Impossible filling rather than meat and assess the difference in taste and texture.
The look of Impossible Meat Substitute in a taco
First off, what is the Impossible Meat Substitute, What’s in it and how is it made? Impossible Foods uses genetic engineering to make ingredients that are essential to the taste and texture of its plant-based meat substitute: soy leghemoglobin (also known as heme) and soy protein. Soy protein replaced wheat protein as the main base for Impossible’s second recipe, while soy leghemoglobin is responsible for making the patty taste like meat.
According to its website, the five main ingredients include: water, soy-protein concentrate, coconut oil, sunflower oil and natural flavors. If you get a 4 oz Impossible hamburger patty: The Burger is kosher and halal certified but not organic. A 4 ounce patty packs 240 calories, 14 grams of fat, 370 milligrams of sodium, and 19 grams of protein.
I thought I would try regular tacos and replace the meat wit the Impossible Meat Substitute
So, it does qualify as “Vegan.” But many Vegan advocates have gone much further in recent years, promoting a “whole food, plant-based” regimen that limits oil, does not use sugar (or honey or agave), does not eat flour and avoids processed foods, especially the highly processed foods. (If course animal products of all kinds are also avoided including meat, poultry, fish, eggs, milk and cheese). My sweet wife has followed this eating regimen for nearly two years and looks and feels great. I enjoy much of what she prepares, but I am weak…I still want meat and cheese and bread, for instance.
That said, a WFPB advocate would not even consider this Impossible creation as it is highly processed, genetically engineered and loaded with fat, even if its vegetable fat.
Trying out a meatless taco
But me, I tried it. And it tastes pretty good. It is not spot on like meat, but it’s close. If I was blindfold tested, I could certainly tell the difference. Impossible spent a great deal of effort to make it taste like hamburger — and it’s close. But not so close in texture as it is much chewier. Sadly, Qdoba didn’t add any taco flavoring so it was also a tad bland.
The big difference is price. A regular meat-filled taco at Qdoba is $3.50. An Impossible Taco is $4.25. Is it worth the difference? For taste, no. But Vegans and others may argue that it is if you are trying to save the animals killed for meat. It may also be better for the environment on a number of levels.
I enjoyed my tacos, even with the Impossible filling. But was it because I added cheese? Nah…it was good.
Bottom line, if you don’t mind spending a little extra money for a soy-based meat substitute that is likely more healthy and certainly better on the environment, than go for it. It tastes pretty close. I give it a 4 out 5…dinging it on the slight texture difference.
Julianne is a good sport. She really doesn’t like me to take her pictures. But, I am a picture taker (and sometimes photographer). I have never really claimed to be people photographer. My favorite thing to do is either take straight candid shots of people or have them do silly poses. Admittedly, the only real photos of people tend to be selfies…since I am the “Shamelessly Self-Proclaimed Selfie King.”
Despite all of this, I have convinced Julianne to allow me to get her to pose for pictures…some which were silly, but others where I was really trying to get a “serious” pose. She is such a good sport. This is why my 40 years with her has been so joyful!
Julianne is certainly my Local Honey. She is sweet and wonderful. And doesn’t mean that I have other honeys elsewhere. Everywhere I go she remains my “Local Honey”
Julianne is also my “Sweet Tea”… how sweet can she get? (I had to try hard to convince her on this one)
This is often what she does when I try to take a picture of her
Julianne is a real chipper gal….almost out of control with the tortilla chips
She obviously didn’t want me to take this Naughty shot of her
Julianne wanted to make sure that people knew she was the grandmother of the Noe’s kids. She is good at picking her nose too!
Sometimes we just clown around
Did I say that Julianne was my “Local Honey?” Pure Raw Local Honey! Yep, that’s her!
She is my Number 1 best friend. Still had to fight to convince her to get in the picture.
I need s’more of Julianne’s pics (by the way, she does not eat these any longer)
Then there are the “Forced Poses”
I am always trying to get her to pose for pictures. I think this is a nice one.
She probably still hates this picture that I took by the Ohio River at Rabbit Hash, KY
I had to BEG her to get into the sunflowers for a nice shot. She is brighter than the flowers
I think she liked posing for this one with all of the beautiful colors in Red River Gorge.. She is Red River Gorgeous!!
I like shots of Julianne with flowers
And she likes posing with her flowers too
This is the “Why are you taking this picture?” face
This is another one I asked her to pose for. I had to beg. Nice view above Cincinnati
Not another one David!
Do I really have to David?
Yes, I can peek through the window…and I’m still Naughty
“If I stay like this maybe he won’t take a picture.” — WRONG!
I fall for her every fall….and all the other seasons too
As wonderful as an ocean view
Another one I had to beg for. Cute isn’t she?
Julianne is beautiful. She is fun. She is playful. She’s my local honey. She is a good sport.
In my previous post, I noted a number of things as they were in 1979 when Julianne got married. It is absolutely amazing how things have changed in these 40 years and how these have had a profound impact on our lives. I know that many of you reading these posts have likely had similar experiences. But, as I try to do this countdown, and as I look back and compare to today, it behooves me to note these impacts.
Obviously, the biggest changes are all technology based. In 1979, we had no internet, let alone, most people didn’t have computers unless they could afford the Atari 400. By the time I began college at Northern Arizona University in the fall of 1980, there were large mainframes in use at the school. The mass use of computers, even mainframes, was still fledgling. By the time I got to my Master’s Program at Arizona State University, the advent of the “Personal Computer” was just beginning. However, it was not until we returned back from Japan in 1991 that the internet was kicking into gear. A company named Quantum Computer Services, run by Steve Case, had created a bulletin board for owners of the Commodore 64 computers. In 1991, Quantum was renamed America Online. By 1993, AOL introduced its own email addresses, a Windows version and provided access to the rest of the brand new internet. Being the tech geek, even back then, I jumped on board of AOL as soon as I was able. My first ever email address was email@example.com
AOL Floppy – 50 hours for free
By 1992, we had moved to Kentucky and I was working for Japanese companies as an interpreter. Then, in late 1993 I was hired to manage a Japanese-owned Horse Farm. The farm got a computer for managing records. By this time I had become proficient in the early Microsoft Office products, which were available for Windows in 1990. In April 1994, Netscape was founded and the first Search Engine/Browser came to being. (Technically, the first one was called WorldWideWeb and was developed in 1990 for the NeXT Computer). Anyway, that revolutionized the world and impacted our lives at a personal level. We could then communicate with family via email, learn new things about the world and find new ways to use our time. I began using Netscape and AltaVista browsers long before Google.
AltaVista Search Engine ca. 1999
It was not until 2004 that Firefox was developed and then, in 2008 Google Chrome came out. (Google was founded in 1998, though the domain name Google.com was registered in September 1997). Google impacts millions of lives every minute of the day in 2019!
Communications technology made advances as well. Though pagers had been around for a number of years, the wide use of them didn’t really hit until the late 1980s. One of my first jobs while in college at Arizona State was in a pager “call center.” Customers would call in to the center and we would send out the messages to pagers. At that time it seemed like a real communications break-through, though pager owners were all fairly well to do…mainly doctors, lawyers and company leaders.
A typical pager from the early 1990s
Along with pagers, the emergence of mobile phones as a consumer product started hitting in the early 1990s. I distinctly remember using a Motorola 3200 for the first time when I was working for a Real Estate Auction company in Phoenix. The owner lent me his. This was in 1992. Back then it was a very expensive toy…but so cool to talk while driving a car. Understandably, like Google, the cell phone revolutionized the world. As for the direct impact on our family…. I believe our very first cell phone was purchased in 1997 or 1998. It was a Motorola Flip Phone. Reminded me of Star Trek! That really helped in communicating with my wife at home.
The first mobile phone I ever used was a Motorola International 3200
The firs cell phone we ever owned was a Motorola Flip Phone
We had our own home computer to connect to AOL and the internet in 1995. It was fun to add software to it. Little could we imagine that 24 years later these would be such a part of our daily lives. I have worked in the Internet-related industry for most of the 21st Century, and particularly since 2010. The typical office worker uses one all day.
This is a sample Bernina shot. I don’t recall which kind Julianne had
Julianne worked at a Quilt Shop for a number of years in Lexington and became a Bernina Sewing Machine trainer. Bernina, like many other companies, had developed computer connectivity and thus took embroidery to a whole new level. Julianne needed a computer at home just to run her machines.
Back to the phones…another breakthrough began around the turn of the 21st Century as cell phones became internet capable. Everyone wanted one. But the explosion didn’t really occur full scale until around 2007 when the iPhone was introduced on June 29, 2007. Julianne and I have actually had iterations of these from the first one to our current iPhone X devices in 2019. And boy how these have changed the world for all of us. Can you imagine living life without a mobile device? I can’t!
First generation iPhone
The iPhones and Android devices of 2019 are so powerful that an entire life can be contained on them. They have access to the internet. They can take and store photos. They become music players..no need for a separate MP3 device (oops, I even skipped over the MP3s and many more applications associated with computers), You can do your banking. You can send messages all around the world. And then there are the selfies.
Julianne and I at the Corn Palace in Mitchell, South Dakota — a typical photo with our cell phone
Taking a selfie with cell phone in 2015. Top was my picture. Bottom was one of me taking it. That is San Francisco in the background
So, in closing, here are a few more things that have happened just because of computers, the internet and cell phones:
The first website was created in 1990
NetMarket became the precursor to Amazon and EBay in 1994
EBay was founded in 1995 (originally as AuctionWeb)
Amazon.com started in 1995 and has revolutionized the world of retail
Wikipedia was started in early 2001
LinkedIn got its start in 2002
Facebook began in 2004
YouTube’s first video was posted on April 23, 2005
Twitter began in 2006
Instagram started in October 2010
WHEW!! And that was just the technology of the Information Age Explosion. Part 3 will look at other great changes.
Julianne’s iPhone has trouble understanding her many times.
Forty years is a long time. The world has changed considerably in the past forty years. Having a 40th anniversary not only causes much reflection on the relationship and partnership with my sweetheart. In fact, it has made me look back on many other things. How were things back then compared to now?
David and Julianne 1979 in Monument Valley
In this post I am not going to focus so much on my marriage to Julianne. Rather, I want to focus on what the world was for us back in 1979 and look at things today in comparison. Part 2 will look at how things have changed for the two of us over the past forty years.
Here are a few highlights from 1979. Do you remember?
Jimmy Carter was the US President
Need a dollar? This coin could get you a little more than a gallon gas back in 1979
Gas was 86 cents per gallon, but there were shortages and lines
A few other prices from 1979
Rental prices were about $280 per month
On July 15, 1979 Donna Summer’s Bad Girls was the number one song and Album
Number one movie on July 15, 1979 was Dracula starring Frank Langella and Laurence Olivier
On July 15, 1979 Sophie’s Choice was the #1 Best Seller
The best selling car of 1979 was the Oldsmobile Cutlass
The McDonald’s Happy Meal was born in 1979 and was only a dollar
Three’s Company was the most popular SitCom in 1979
Diet Coke did not yet exist, but MelloYello was introduced in 1979
Nickelodeon was launched in 1979. No Rugrats back then folks.
ESPN was also launched in 1979. There were lots of repeat programs on back then.
Trivial Pursuit question…when was it introduced? Yep…1979
Apocalypse Now was the top movie of 1979
The Dukes started flying their red car in 1979 on TVs across America
I got my first Sony Walkman in 1985, but the first edition arrived in 1979
And lots of people were listening to My Sharona by The Knack. It was Billboard’s #1 song of 1979
And here are a few more of the songs that people were listening to on their radios and Walkmans in 1979
Looks a bit different from a laptop. The Atari 400 was introduced in 1979. It had 48K max capacity. The photo above is nearly 100K!!
The Dead Zone by Stephen King was released in 1979
Some of the top albums of 1979. Have you heard of these?
Tostitos were brand new in 1979!
Pittsburgh reigned in 1979 – The Super Bowl Champs were the Pittsburgh Steelers. The World Series Champs were the Pittsburgh Pirates. The Penguins WERE NOT in the Stanley Cup finals for the NHL however.
One of the most famous matchups in NCAA basketball championship history took place in 1979 when Michigan State, led by Magic Johnson, met Indiana State, led by Larry Bird. Michigan State won the game 75-64 and Magic Johnson was the MVP.
Over 40 years and Julianne never ceases to amaze me with her Can Do Spirit. She will take on almost any challenge. In fact, it is best not to say “I don’t think you can do that” to her, as she will strive to prove you wrong.
There are many examples I can provide herein, but she proved it big time just recently with the accomplishment of an amazingly monumental task — the complete redoing of a bathroom in our house, right down to the replacement of a brand new toilet.
It has been nearly 20 years since we moved into our house here in Lexington and a number of remodelish kind of things have been done. But the upstairs bathroom always remained, until April 2019, that is. I had no doubts about her doing most of the work in there, including the new flooring, the replacement of wallpaper, redoing the curtains. But, the toilet? That, to me, is tricky business. I said we should get a plumber. She said no.her efforts
Getting a new toilet. Wondering what we were getting ourselves into.
So, off I went to Lowe’s to get a new one. It required a couple of neighbors and me to get that thing up the stairs. It was very heavy and bulky.
Before she could do the wallpaper and floor, we had to remove the old toilet. This was quite a job in and of itself. But Julianne tackled it almost with the finesse of a plumber. Its a yucky job and she dug right in (literally…if you have had to remove a toilet wax ring, you will know what I mean!). After that, off came the mouldling and trim.
The new bathroom – a Julianne triumph
Soon, she was all about replacing the wall paper, replacing the flooring, painting the walls and then adding the molding and trim. She cut the lengths for the chair rails (she added two of them) herself and added that to the wall. All the while, I did what I could do to assist, mostly being the gofer and the “look it up on YouTube” guy.
Everything was done but the toilet. We ripped open the box and together we got it ready. Steady hands always, Julianne added the new wax ring and we flipped the guy over. She assembled everything. And voila!! After some bolt tightening adjustments to stop any leaking, we had a working toilet and basically, a brand new, great looking bathroom.
Julianne can scale mountains. The Can Do Girl!
Julianne has accomplished many other seemingly insurmountable tasks over the years. To Julianne, obstacles are like mountains; they’re not going to move themselves. She has always had the strength, gumption and ability to take action to overcome them. She has scaled the mountains in so many ways. I could go on with stories, but I’ll leave it to the one above as a prime example of Julianne’s Can Do Spirit! I am proud to know this amazing woman.
Most of us have friends. Some may be very close and others may just be casual acquaintances. Friends can almost feel like family at times. Over the years I’ve had some very close friends and friends that gave me a feeling of belonging. But, one thing many say about me… I have never met a stranger.
Stylishly climbing a tree in 1963 or 1964 at Bluewater Lake in New Mexico
The first friend I can recall was back in Albuquerque around 1964, when I was about eight years old. For about three years I was friends with a boy named Ricky Fetterer. I would walk down to his house every morning and watch cartoons (we liked watching The Mighty Hercules — even today I can recall the theme song). After that was over, we would walk to school together, about a quarter-mile from his house. He certainly was, at that time, my best friend. One day they moved away to Kansas or Missouri or someplace like that. I was brokenhearted that I had lost my best friend. But, it was not soon thereafter that we too left Albuquerque and headed east to live in Richardson, Texas.
At the playground with Danny and Aaron ca. 1966 in Richardson, Texas
In Richardson, the neighborhood we lived in had a few kids and so I became friends with them and we played football and catch and things like that together, but I never really had the chance to grow close to them as we were only there for about a year and a half. I don’t even recall names or faces. I can recall playing football in the front yard and, as I try to look at the faces, all I see are blurs. In fact, over the years of my youth, I never did have another close friend like Ricky until I got to my senior year in high school.
Joe Kravetz during his Skaggs Days in Denver, CO around 1969
You see, my father worked for Skaggs Drug and we moved quite often. From 1968 through 1974 I attended three different elementary schools, two junior high schools and three different high schools. During that period we lived in Dallas, Denver, Great Falls, Bozeman and finally Murray, Utah. Did I have some friends? Of course I did. I had friends from band, friends from other clubs, friends from extra-curricular activities. But none were really all that close. And, I think that besides the relative short times in each place, another part of the problem was that I always tried too hard to make friends. I was known for bragging and boasting in an effort to impress. That was one of the downsides of moving so much and thus it led to a lack of self-confidence.
Here I am working with some of the Bozeman Yearbook staff in 1973. Sheila, Melody, Sharon and Joyce. I was contacted by one of them a via Facebook a couple of years ago when they came across this photo.
I find it ironic that in this day of social media such as Facebook and Instagram, that I have been able to renew relationships with people from my old high school days. As we correspond and look at each other’s Facebook we have grown closer despite distance. And that has been an interesting and blessed part of life. I am grateful for how something like Facebook can open up formerly closed doors.
Intramural Basketball team members at Bozeman Senior High back in 1973. I was the player/coach for one of the teams. That’s me, third from left in back row.
A recent photo of my Bozeman friend Bud, who now lives in Colorado.
Just a few days ago I was contacted by a friend of mine from Bozeman Senior High School named Bud Herzog. That is one person who I still remember from the days of my junior year in high school. We caught up through Instagram and then eventually spoke on the phone for about an hour to reminisce about old times, old friends and acquaintances. It was refreshing to reestablish a long last relationship I had over 40 years ago.
As I noted above, I really forged a couple of close relationships with friends during my senior year in high school in Murray, Utah. I guess a number of things led to that opportunity to make those friends. First, having moved into a predominantly LDS/Mormon community, and having a desire to seek more about it because of a chance meeting I had in Bozeman just the previous summer. A girl from Summit, NJ and her family were there and introduced me to the church and gave me a Book of Mormon. So, while I was registering for my senior year, I decided to take seminary class (very common in large LDS communities such as Salt Lake City and Mesa, Arizona) and it was through seminary that I met some of the individuals that would eventually become my very close friends. And it turned out that they lived in the same neighborhood that I did. At that time, I didn’t know anything about the church’s boundaries, but, as it turns out, I lived in the same ward boundaries as these guys did. So, it seems that all of the chips fell into the same bowl to create the perfect opportunity to forge new friendships.
Obviously, I still had the problems talking about myself and had spoken highly of my previous years in Montana thus leading to my Murray-based nickname of “Monty Montana“ during my senior year of high school. There were a few guys who befriended me and made my life a little better, In fact, a lot better. But, back then I was always “Monty” to them.
Jonathan Jensen as he looked in high school in 1974
I became close friends with five or six of these guys. Perhaps the most prominent of them were the two I grew closest to as friends, namely Jonathan Jensen and Russell Graves. We remain close friends even to this day. Both Jonathan and Russ lived just a couple of blocks from me and I spent a lot of time at their homes, getting to know their families, their parents, etc. In fact, I was probably at their places more than my own house. And as I drew near to joining the church, I also became very close to Jonathan‘s father Boyd Jensen, who at the time was the Bishop of the Murray 20th Ward. Bishop Jensen became almost like a second father to me and I so strongly desired to have a family like they had because, as I have noted in previous blog posts, my family situation was not the best.
Murray 20th Ward Young Adult basketball team in 1975 (Dale Simper is front left, next to me)
Visiting with Jonathan at Sundance Resort in Utah in 2016
Through my activities in the ward, specifically participating in their sports programs — softball, volleyball and basketball, I grew closer to many of these guys. And as a senior in high school, I felt like I had hit the jackpot. Jonathan and Russell and a few of the other guys were all part of the basketball team and/or the football team. They were all popular in school. And here I was, a virtual nobody — a braggadocious “Monty Montana”, being embraced with friendship buy these guys. That truly helped open the door for other friendships. And for that I have always been very grateful because, honestly, I think that it saved my life.
Visiting Russ at his home in Murray, Utah in 2016
I spent a lot of time at Jonathan and Russ’s houses. And usually, it wasn’t just me and Russ or me and Jonathan, but all three of us and often times more of our friends including John Janssen, Dale Simper, and a few others.
Jonathan, Russ and also Dale, have remained close friends over the years. Every time I visit the Salt Lake area, we all get together and reminisce of good times and just spend time learning about each other‘s current lives… What is up with all of their children and my children, talk about grandchildren, talk about jobs. These guys have always been there for me and I am so grateful to them. In many respects, they’re almost like family to me.
Visiting my friends Russ, Jonathan and Dale in the summer of 2018 in Murray, Utah
Glen Krebs has been a very close friend. He officiated at one of my daughters’ weddings in this photo
Funny thing is that, through them, I was introduced to another Murray grad when I came to Kentucky. Glen Krebs graduated the year before me and went on his LDS mission to Japan as well. Most of my friends were either friends with him or knew him well. When I first came to Kentucky for job interviews, I was able to stay at Glen’s house. We have since become very close. I have done work for him. His wife and mine both went to the same high school in Mesa, Arizona and we even share the same wedding anniversary date of July 15!! Like Jonathan and Russ, Glen has always been there to help get me through the difficult challenges of life when I needed him to.
Glen is also an avid supporter of my writing and books. I signed my most recent copy for him here. (We are also both UK Fans….)
Penny Strong as I knew her in 1976.
Finally, during the time I was trying to get into the church and then make decisions concerning my mission, I had become good friends with a wonderful young lady from Cottonwood High School named Penny Strong (now married with a different last name). To this day, I can’t recall how we first met, but she was a godsend. Ours was not a romantic relationship. It was a true friendship and she was always there to talk and listen. She was like a “my age group” sister to me in the real sense. Even to this day we stay in touch. I am, even to this day, grateful for the strong positive influence Penny had in my life.
This is Penny in 2018. Like me, a happy grandparent and she still has that wonderful youthful look. So glad we are still friends.
This was the group I entered the Language Training Mission (LTM) with in Feb. 1976. We all flew to Nagoya together. (Marc White is 4th from the left. I am on the far right)
Busily engaged as a missionary in 1976
Eventually, we all go our separate ways. Jonathan, Russ, Dale, John and others all left for LDS missions to various parts of the world. I too ended up joining the church and serving an LDS mission. I followed in their footsteps and it was because they were such good examples in helping me to make good decisions.
Serving two years as a missionary and being together with a companion for a number of months, it is not usual that some of the missionary companions become good friends. I haven’t kept in contact with many of my former missionary companions or others. But I try to. Interestingly, while I was in the Language Training Mission in February/March 1975, I had TWO companions and one of them was someone I knew from Murray. His name was Marc White. I did not know Marc very well during high school, but I do know that he was the quarterback of the football team and he was a great leader. During our missionary years, we became very close and he was kind of the cement that kept me strong during my weak times. Since our missions, I have been in touch with him a few times, but we have kind of lost touch over the years. But I’ll never forget how good Marc was in being a good friend and not just a missionary companion and leader to me.
One of my favorite mission companions was Lee Richan. Sadly, he passed away in 2012
Fun with Elder Lee Richan in Fuji, Japan 1978
I have kept in touch with very few of those that I served missionary time with in Japan in the 1970s. I am friends with a few on Facebook, and keep track of them that way, but we’ve all gone our separate ways. There was one, however, to whom I became very close friends with and had remained friends until he died a few years ago and that is Lee Richan. Much like me, Lee was a convert to the church. He had been a motorcycle rider for many years and had an interesting background. But, as missionary companions, we achieved our goals together and we had a very fun time together. He was very good about remembering birthdays and would always call me or send me a note on my birthday. Over the years we would talk and communicate and when I could get to Utah, we would visit with each other. Sadly, Lee passed away on December 17, 2012. He was 58.
Lee Richan as I knew him around 2010
Lee was not the first of my friends who had passed away at early age. But, his passing was certainly the most impactful that had experienced up to that time. There were two or three former missionaries and there were a couple of people from two of my different high schools that I had received notification that they had passed. It is always sad when someone you know passes away. But I was really brokenhearted when Lee passed away. His friendship was a valuable jewel to me.
Our first photo together ca. 1978
After my mission, I attended BYU and actually became roommates with Jonathan Jensen there. He and a couple of others had pitched in to buy a house. There were a couple of others in the house I knew and then I became friends with the other roommates that were there with me. But, I was too engaged in trying to find a “eternal companion,“ to be very involved with my friends most of the time. And once I had found my sweetheart, Julianne, my friendships took a back burner a long time even though I did stay in contact.
Time came and went. Jobs came and went. Julianne and I ultimately moved to Flagstaff, Arizona, to take us closer to her home yet keep us away from the dreaded heat. While in Flagstaff, I would attend college at Northern Arizona University and it was there today forged my next close friendship with now lifelong friend Charles Snow. Both of us had some Jewish of bringing in our family and we both were converts and we both had a lot of things in common. Eventually, Charles and I worked at the same places are a couple of times and that was always fun. As things would go, we moved onto Arizona State University and Charles and Michelle moved on in other directions. He currently lives in North Carolina and I have been able to visit him there.
Visiting with Charles Snow in North Carolina in 2016
Like me, Charles was always fond of telling jokes and having fun. I’m grateful that we remain close to this day and that when we do talk, which is not often, it is like we were just with each other the day before like me, Charles was always find of telling jokes and having fun. I’m grateful that we remain close to this day and that when we do talk, which is not often, it is like we were just with each other the day before.
Family in Japan in 1987
By 1987, my family eventually went to Japan for a few years. We made a few friends in Japan, chiefly people that would help us through that experience. But nobody really became too close per se. Life was too busy with children and everything else going on.
With Ron (aka Antsy McClain) ca. 1998
It wasn’t until we returned back from Japan in 1991 that I was blessed with a new lifelong friendship. I could not locate work in Arizona and ultimately was hired as a contract Japanese interpreter for an auto parts plant in Shelbyville, Kentucky in 1992. I shared a table with another interpreter, named Ron Bell, who was originally from Ohio but was living in Kentucky at the time. Ron was always good for a joke. During his days in college at BYU, Ron was an editorial cartoonist and has also become quite the artist. We always talked of collaborating some day on something or other. There were evenings as well that I would go over to his place and listen to him play his guitar and sing his songs. He eventually left the company and went on to other things. But we stayed in touch as he lived locally in the Lexington area and we remained friends. He later formed a partnership with another guy and as musicians, they called themselves the “Trailer Park Troubadours.” As part of their schtick, Ron had given himself a pseudonym of Antsy McClain, which he still uses to this day.
Working with Antsy McClain
Singing with Antsy McClain at Woodflock 2015
The Trailer Park Troubadours eventually landed a recording contract and had a website that they were not happy with. Ron, knowing that I could do web work, asked me to start managing his website, which I have done continuously for nearly 25 years.
Over those years, I have not just been a business associate doing his website. We have become very close friends and like brothers. We have seen each other struggle through life’s challenges. We have celebrated each other’s good times. Antsy (which is what I typically call him now) helped me to fulfill one of my dreams of being in a band and touring as I was able to participate with the group, not as a musician, but now with logistics and other things. I have always been his biggest cheerleader.
Visiting with Antsy McClain (and gawking at his grandchild pix) just before a show in Ohio in 2016
We have actually seen each other‘s children grow up and become parents. Antsy has joined the grandparent club and now he and I both share the blessing of being grandparents. This has been a joyful relationship for me and hopefully for Ron. I am heartfully grateful for this long 25 year friendship.
On tour with Antsy McClain in San Francisco in the early 2000s. Getting to live a dream thanks to a good friend
Having BBQ with my old friend and fellow Troubs’ fan Michael Fisher in Georgetown, TX We first met through Facebook
As I mentioned early on, Julianne has always said that I have never met a stranger. And that is true. I am always friendly and outgoing and social. That has helped me to develop other friendships over the years. Facebook has opened up doors for me to develop virtual friendships that I would’ve never expected. I have become friends with people through Facebook and eventually, in some cases, have been able to visit them and get to know them better. Some of these friendships came as a result of Trailer Park Troubadours associations (such as Michael Fisher in photo). Others came as a result of my travel blogging. But in each case these are friendships that I value. There are others that I become friends with on Facebook they have yet to meet in person but we share things in common. To me, that has become a unique form of friendship making.
Hanging out with Texas travel blogger, author and photographer Tui Snider in Azle, TX whom I first met through Facebook.
One of these Facebook friends is Tui Snider. She is a Texas author whom I first met as a result of her book about offbeat attractions in Texas. She has authored a number of books since that time. We quickly became friends via Facebook and, as she lives very close to my sister in Texas, one trip I went out to visit with her and her husband Larry. We have hit it off and are now good friends. I relish her great success in writing, selling books and her numerous speaking engagements. Thankfully, she has been a great mentor to me and was instrumental in helping me to get my first two books out and on the market.
Bobby Cochran performing with Steppenwolf in 1975. I took this at the show.
One of the more interesting friendship stories is that of guitarist Bobby Cochran. I became friends with the former Steppenwolf guitarist when he joined and played lead guitar for Antsy for many years. I actually roomed with Bobby a couple of times on the road and we have taken many trips together and talked about everything…music, religion, politics. Funny thing about Bobby is that I saw him perform with Steppenwolf in 1975 (see the photo). Who’d have thought that 25 years later we would be friends and traveling together.
Enjoying time with guitarist Bobby Cochran in Bardstown, KY around 2012
I also count myself fortunate to be friends with a number of other very talented musicians that I was introduced to through Antsy McClain. These would include guitarists, multi-instrumentalists and others.
Over the past 2 to 3 years, I have become very engaged in photography. It has always been a passion of mine, but with a nicer camera and a lovely park with a lake nearby, it has become a daily activity. Jacobson Park is nearby and has a large lake and lots of wildlife and lots of beauty. I visit almost daily and practice my art of photography there whether it be on birds, plants or nature such as sunrises and sunsets. Through this activity I’ve also developed friendships with other photographers and these too are unique and fun friendships. We talk about birds and we talk about other things. A couple of these photographers were Vietnam vets and we talk about their time in the service. I have learned about a couple of their families and their family life as they have about mine. It is nice to have these friends and some of them I see almost on a daily basis.
Of course, I would be remiss if I neglected to add some comment about a couple of my neighbors. Mike Lemaster has been next door to us for nearly 20 years. He and Lauren have become good friends and we have watched each other’s children grow up and watched grandkids come along. Next door to him is another amazing neighbor in Steve Ward. He and his wife Chris are overly generous and always giving.
Both of these neighbors have always been gracious with their time and provide advice. We have had cookouts together and other fun activities. Mike keeps an immaculate yard and that is the only thing he does to make me feel bad! As for Steve, there have been numerous instances where he has come over to help, without being asked. He is the kind of neighbor everybody dreams about having…except for us…it is a reality.
I have been blessed to have many many other friends from all walks of life. Many of you who I count as my friends will read this and likely wonder where you are. You are in my mind, but not enough space to add any more. I am grateful for all of my many friends. My life is truly rich and blessed with friendships. Way more than I am truly worthy of. Thanks to ALL of you!!
We are not alone. Most of us are born into some sort of a family. It is true that some are born and left at the door of the church or fire department. But, for most of us, we are born into a family.
There are those that are born into a family whose parents stay together and they grow up with your siblings. This is the “norm.“ Then there are those, like myself, that are born and ultimately bounce around from family to family or move on due to divorce and, in most cases, have no choice in the matter because of youth.
A few years ago I became very heavily engaged in doing genealogy work. I have an addictive personality and once I got engrossed in the work I was obsessed. It was a good obsession. I traced many family lines, both through my adopted family and through my blood lines. It was a fascinating effort and I still have boxes of papers in storage.
Since my “immediate family“ consists of my wife, my children and my grandchildren, I now look at my siblings and, by extension, their spouses, as extended family. I grew up with some of them and there were some that I did not get to know until I was an adult. But to me, they are all family.
First off, I am thankful for the family that I grew up with. The Kravetz family was a “Heinz 57“ type of family. We were a blended family that had basically three different families mixed in. Aaron is my first sibling in line after me and was born to my natural mother Orene/Jennierose. He and I grew up together and we lived together with Joe Kravetz after our natural mother left. Then a couple years later our step-brother Danny, who was born to a different father and mother Marge, was brought into our life and then all of . us were adopted. Danny was just 16 days younger than me. He was born with numerous learning disabilities that, in those days, were referred to as “mentally retarded.“ This is a term that is no longer used. After Danny, Marge and Joe also brought into the world Gary and Sherry. Today, I feel the closest affinity to my sister Sherry.
Aaron and I grew up basically as close brothers. I was four years older than he was. But we had good times together. And like any siblings, we fought. I am glad that in later years we did not fight, because I would’ve lost. Aaron became very accomplished in the martial arts and for many years taught martial arts until that he was stung with fibromyalgia. That pretty much took a toll on his body. In later years, for a little while, we did some things together. We shared and continue to share an enjoyment of 1970s rock music. But I have not seen Aaron for many years. He lives in Arizona with his loving wife Natalie who is taking very good care of him. I’ve only met Natalie twice throughout the years of their marriage.
As a teenager, I became very protective of my brother Danny. He had lots of struggles with life and it was a challenging time for him after I left for Japan as a missionary. By the time I had returned, Danny had been moved into a home in Las Vegas, New Mexico where he ended up living out the remainder of his life with others that also had mental disorders. He was fascinated with the stars and with UFOs. He eventually died in Las Vegas. I never got to really enjoy time with him as an adult and I’m grateful that our sister Sherry went to spend quite a bit of time with him. As well, father Joe Kravetz, after the passing of Marjorie, also made sure to spend time with Danny into his last years.
My time with Gary was more as he was a young boy. I was his big brother who was always busy with high school in band or cross country or other activities. We did a few things together growing up and we were as close as we could be under the circumstances I guess. Gary eventually went into the service and served in Hawaii where he went through basic training. He has struggled with mental illness as well, but it has not been debilitating. He’s worked hard since he got back but still lives alone in Albuquerque and, like Aaron, I have not seen Gary for many many years though we do on occasion communicate to social media or telephone calls. He has dreams of buying a motorcycle and traveling the country on a motorcycle. I hope he fulfills that dream and brings that motorcycle out to visit us in Kentucky.
Finally, there is my little sister Sherry. She was just a baby as I was growing up and she was kind of the joy of my life. First off, she was the only sister I had. Secondly, she was just a little baby and I, even at that time, have always loved little babies and young children. I’m grateful that I got to take care of her for the few years that we were together there. But, as adults we have grown very close. I am grateful for my sister. Sherry has become very successful in the business that she is in. Her husband, Brian Blessing, is also a wonderful individual and I am so glad to get to know him. I have spent many many days at their beautiful home in Fort Worth, Texas. Of all of my Kravetz siblings, I would say that I am closest to Sherry and her family. And, like their name, they have been a very big blessing in my life. Sherry is a very caring type of person that my mother was. She is most like her mother Marjorie and really is very nurturing and caring of others. That was the driving force for Marjorie and after all of the children left, I am sure that she died of a broken heart and loneliness. She had no one left to nurture. Thankfully, Sherry carries on that traditionand I am so grateful to her.
Other than me, Sherry is the only other one of the Kravetz children to have any children of her own and she has a wonderful and sweet and charming and intelligent and fun daughter named Savannah. Savannah is just about a month younger than my oldest granddaughter Autumn and, though I am Savannah‘s uncle, she’s more like a granddaughter to me because of the age of all of my grandchildren. I love Savannah to death! She has grown up being both both musical and athletic. She plays the clarinet in band and she has become a very accomplished volleyball player. She was also very involved in Girl Scouts and I had bought mini a Girl Scout cookie from my sweet little niece. I recently got to spend a whole day with her and my granddaughter Autumn together down in Texas. We had a great time together!
For me, syncing my “family“ has been a lifelong obsession. I am grateful that I was able, at the age of 18, to finally learn who my natural father was, and even speak with him on the phone, which I ultimately did a couple of times in my lifetime. But, sadly, I never got to meet the man that was my father and he had always wanted to see his son. He passed away on December 2, 1992, at the age of 57. My life took me in a different direction. Nobody is to blame. It is what it is and it was what it was.
I see a bigger picture. Individuals that are born into a “normal“ family situation don’t have that “extended“ family view like I have been blessed to have. And I am grateful for that. I have, on the Laurienzo side, four sisters and a brother. Then, on the Kravetz side, I have a half brother, an adoptive brother, and a brother and sister who were born to my step-parents. So, all totaled, I have 10 siblings. That is a wonderful thing!
I did not get to meet any of my siblings from the Laurienzo side until one day in the 1980s when my Laurienzo sister Debbie was in Arizona on business and asked if she could come visit. She was the first member of my “bloodline “family that I got to meet. I was glad that she visited. I was thrilled to finally get locked into the family that I very easily could’ve grown up with. It was not until 1993 that I finally got to meet the others and I have since forged a relationship with them, though separated by distance and outlooks on life, we have the one common thread and that is we all shared a father named Joseph Laurienzo. When I visited them for the first time, I learned that he had always kept me in his heart and mind. On my birthday, I was spoken about and missed. They even gave me a copy of an early baby photo which had always been kept in the family to remember me. As for me, until I was 18, I did didn’t even know about this and it was not until I met them all in the 1990s that I really understood the entire scope of it all. But once I met them, the gratitude flowed, and I felt like a big gap of my life had finally been filled.
In more recent years, I have been able to spend time in the Cleveland area with many of my Laurienzo family members as I had become a “long lost“ brother. I have gotten to know them and their quirks and their good points. I’ve gotten to see some of what I might have become. I grasp my Laurienzo heritage with all the gusto that I can and I am proud of that Italian part of my life and honored both to know all of them and blessed that they would include me into their lives.
It has been a joy spending time with each of them at one time or another. The next oldest of the Laurienzo children, after me, is Debbie, the one who visited us in Flagstaff. She is an avid Cleveland Browns fan. She’s an avid Cleveland Indians fan. In fact, all of my Laurienzo siblings are like that.
Next in line is Tina. She works hard at a university and has raised a couple of wonderful children. Her husband Jim Filsinger, is a great guy and I have enjoyed getting to know him as well. I look back fondly on a day that I spent with Jim and Tina touring around the city of Cleveland as they took me to a number of spots. We had lunch and we had a great time together. I have spent time at their house and enjoyed some of Tina‘s amazing cooking!
Then there is my brother Joe and his wife Mia. They are a laid-back and fun couple and they too have a couple of great children! Mia is also an amazing cook! Seems like I see less of them on visits to Cleveland because they are always so busy in all of their activities.
Next is Lori and her husband Anthony Gambatese. They live in the same neighborhood basically that they grew up in. Lori stays home and Anthony worked for many years and now is a historian for a Little Italy. I spent one evening with him learning all about the fascinating history of the Little Italy district of Cleveland. I enjoy reading his posts. Lori has a couple of daughters and even has a granddaughter that is the cutest thing. She is the only other one of Laurienzo family that currently has grandchildren. I think that Debbie‘s children may be next in line to do so.
Finally, there is the youngest, Nicole. For some reason, she is the one that I have grown closest to over the years as I’ve gotten to know her. She is a sweet person and very kind. She’s also very independent and has even built her own business right there in the neighborhood that she grew up in. She runs the Mayfield Smoke Shop and has had great success with it. It is a local gathering place for many of the neighborhood people who will get together in the back room and chat, talk, play cards and argue over the most recent baseball and football games. I have been there on numerous occasions and just sat in the back room enjoying the bantering and fun of these old neighborhood regulars.
But extended family does not just stop at my siblings. It extends out to my cousins and my aunts and my uncles. I have met both aunts and uncles on the Laurienzo side and I have grown up fond of some of the other uncles I’ve had on my Kravetz side. My father‘s oldest brother Lou, my uncle Lou, is one whom I have always been very close to and very fond of. As a result of my massive genealogy work, Uncle Lou was able to eventually go to Mexico and visit some of the long lost family that I had discovered, and, through that, he ultimately married his current wife Toni who, ironically, had been married at one time to one of his uncles, part of the Evelson clan that had gone to Mexico rather than coming to the United States. His mother Jessica was an Evelson prior to marrying Alexander Kravetz, my grandfather, who had migrated from Russia. Jessica had migrated from Lithuania and all of the relatives in Mexico had also come from Lithuania.
Along with Lou, my dad Joe Kravetz, had two sisters. The older sister was Evelyn and she ultimately married Gordon Levy. They lived for many many years in Tarrytown, NY, where their mother Jessica had moved. Evelyn passed away a few years ago. His other sister is Sylvia. She currently lives in Silver Spring, MD. Her first husband was Jay Goldstein. They later divorced and he remarried and moved to Louisville, Kentucky. I had met him when I was quite young, but had occasions in the 1990s and early 2000s to visit with him in Louisville. His son Lewis is probably my closest cousin. I have had many visits with Lewis in both Texas, where he lives, and in Louisville when he visited Uncle Jay. times with him and his sister Elaine my cousin who lives in Maryland. I attended my first Jewish funeral after my Uncle Jay passed away. I joined Lewis and Elaine in mourning his passing. Though I did not get to spend much time with him, the time I did spend was joyful and I am glad that I got to know him better.
My Uncle Lou had a number of children, most of them to his first wife Natalie, whom I also have gotten to reestablish ties with on visits to Houston, where both she and Lou and most of his family live. We’ve had three family reunions where I’ve been able to attend and get to know my Kravetz cousins much better. Most of them I did not know very well growing up. There was a large geographic separation that kept us from being able to spend much time. Uncle Lou did visit us in Montana and in New Mexico and other places over the years and so I did get to establish a relationship with him.
I did not really establish much of a relationship with my Aunt Evelyn and Uncle Gordon until I had already started college and I had to go back to West Point for a conference while working on my Masters Degree at Arizona State University in the mid-1980s. I was blessed to be able to stay at their home and get to know them better. Gordon and Evelyn ran an office supply store in Tarrytown that did fairly well. This was before big box businesses started forcing the small mom-and-pop shops out of business. They eventually retired and lived in a nice old classy home overlooking the Hudson River in Tarrytown. I got to know their oldest son Alan fairly well. In fact, while I was in college in Arizona, Alan had also come to visit us at one time and, though I don’t get to spend much time with him any longer, we did get to spend some time together during a family reunion in New York and even stayed at their home. I did not really get to know his siblings very well, which is a sad point for me, though I did get to meet them. I saw his two children when they were just young. I got to meet Alan’s daughter Shayna a few years ago in a reunion in Texas. She has now become a very accomplished soccer player and a very talented student in college. She will soon be moving on to a good job in New York. I am proud to know her and to know if her accomplishments.
In more recent years, through Facebook, I have been able to become acquainted with cousins on my mother Marge’s side and also on my natural mother’s Goldberg side.
My family heritage, both in bloodlines and adopted lines is very important to me. I am so grateful to know of my heritage and teach it to my children.
By the time I was ready to depart on the solo part of my journey, at the age of 17, I had already determined a few things regarding my future. Having grown up with a good deal of dysfunction and unhappiness in my own adoptive family, I had determined that if I ever had a family of my own, that kind of dysfunction and heartache would not happen on my watch. I am not saying that everything in my family was bad, but there were many things that just weren’t right and I wanted to make sure I fixed these things for my own offspring, if I was ever blessed to have one.
Now, at age 62, I am thankful to say that, overall, we have had a loving family and I believe that most of my resolutions in terms of family pretty much came true. My children have not had to experience a divorce between their parents. My children were loved and nurtured and had a fairly stable family. Unlike my situation where my parents never came to any of my school activities (other than my high school graduation and later my college graduation), my wife and I strived to attend as many activities of our children as we could possibly do. To be sure, there were times where three different functions occurred simultaneously, and thus one of the children had to miss out on parents being there. But, but if we could be there, we were.
Julianne and I were blessed with five wonderful children throughout the first years of our marriage. Soon all of our children will be over the age of 30 and it is hard to believe that we have children approaching the age of 40. I really don’t feel that old.
I am grateful that my children have had so many wonderful life experiences prior to their departures on their own separate life journeys. I’m grateful that for at least 17 or 18 years of their lives they were able to join Julianne and I on our journey as we lived in Japan, lived in different parts of the country, and had many opportunities provided for us to travel, participate in many activities and do many things that most families never really get to do.
We have never had a “rich” life in terms of money, and that has been perfectly okay. We’ve never been dirt poor either. We have always been blessed to have what we needed and sometimes even a little bit more. Our children never did without the necessities of life and for that I am deeply grateful. My children never had to have their heads shaved like my mom used to do. She gave us our haircuts and I didn’t like it. If our children desired that kind of haircut, then it was fine even though I still did not like how they looked. Fortunately, I believe that we were very good about allowing our children to make guided choices during their youth.
Thanks to the amazing talents of my wife in so many areas, our children grew up to have many talents themselves. They were all musical. Most of them have been creative in one way, shape or form, whether it be graphic arts or some other form of creativity.
Four of my children have found wonderful spouses whom they love and who love them in return. Those “in-law” kids are definitely an important part of our family. These children have also brought forth their own children, our grandchildren. By the time I was 60, I already had 10 grandchildren. When I left home at age 17, the thought of grandchildren barely crossed my mind. It was all I could think of to just have a wife and my own small family someday. And, I was certainly blessed with abundance. As it says in Proverbs, “children are like arrows… happy is the man that has his quiver full of them.” And I most certainly have a quiver full and I am definitely happy.
I am grateful for the love my children have for their parents and I am grateful thankful for the togetherness that each of them shares with one another. Like any siblings, they have had their differences. But, when we have family gatherings, there is togetherness. For us, “the family that stays together, STAYS together.” When we have issues, the children are there to discuss them and share them. They call each other, they share time with each other, they carry on family traditions such as calling and singing happy birthday. It is a joy to this old man to see the evolution of my five children and ultimately my 10 sweet grandchildren.
And what can I say about my grandchildren.? They all bring me so much happiness and joy. I am glad that I don’t have to raise them every day, so I get them most of the time when they are in a good mood. But it is a joy to spend time with these amazing children. I have been blessed to be able to spend some quality time with many of them. I’ve been able to share the adventures of traveling on the back roads with most of them. My children and grandchildren will all learn diversity. They will all know the wonders of this world. Hopefully they will appreciate and enjoy those times spent with Julianne and me.
Don’t get me wrong. Raising our children has not been an easy task either. Each of them has brought challenges to my wife and myself. Each of my children has made decisions that we did not necessarily agree with. But as we grow older, we learned to support our children and their decisions and to love them unconditionally, as best as we were able. And that love has been reciprocated back in abundance. I am deeply grateful for that.
And now, 45 years after I had left my own home and set forth on my personal journey and traveled these many years on this journey with my family, I feel “rich“ in the abundance of family. I feel rich in joy and experiences. I have had a rich life because of my children and my grandchildren and this will be something I will be able to always have with me.
Bottom line… My life has been wonderfully blessed and that is why I am “awesome, but getting better” everyday.
In my previous post, I wrote about my personal life journey. The following few posts will also include details of this journey, but will be more focused on those that have accompanied me or that I accompanied on their portion of their own journey.
I would be remiss to not include the one person who has joined me on greatest part of my life journey, my sweet wife Julianne. So, for the purpose of this blog post, I want to express my gratitude and thanksgiving in the fact that she has been with me side-by-side on much of my life journey over the last 40 years. She’s been such an integral part of my journey, that my life would be so different without her.
Julianne Nov 2018
My sweet wife smiles with me on my 60th birthday celebration
I have written before in previous posts in this blog that we met in late 1978 and were married in the summer of 1979. That is where our journey really got started. On this journey together we have traveled to Japan, we have lived in numerous places, have had five children and 10 grandchildren. It has been an amazing and rewarding journey together.
During this journey together, she has been strong and his been the foundation of our relationship. She has struggled and suffered through times where my employment took me away for long periods of time, but she has made it through with flying colors.
When you are on a journey with another person, it is always important to recognize that he or she is alongside with you and that it is not just “your“ journey alone at that stage. Things along the way that impact your life, will impact the life of the other one that has joined you. Such has been the case my wife. Things that impacted her, also had an impact on me and vice versa.
All in the Family…family photo on my 60th Birthday
Julianne and David
A marriage to someone you love and cherish is wonderful, but it is not an easy thing. Some people are awestruck that we have been together for nearly 40 years. Personally, I am extremely grateful that she has been patient enough with me and my foibles and quirks and has stuck with me for 40 years. It gets a little more complicated after children leave because then we are each striving for some independence and wanting to go our own direction or pull the other one to go with us in that direction or the other. There are no longer children at home dictating our activities and the direction of our life’s journey.
Wedding Photo – July 1979
Julianne and I began our journey together 40 years ago with many dreams and hopes. Some of those have come true and have been very fulfilling for both of us. There are others that seem to have escaped us and have gone far away out of our grasp. As well, on a journey such as ours, there are always unexpected obstacles and ofttimes there are choices where we need to decide which fork of the road to take. Fortunately, in this our journey together, almost always we have found ways to come to agreement on which roads to take as well as the possible consequences for taking those roads and going in that direction rather than the other one.
David and Julianne in Japan 1990
David and Julianne at Corn Palace in South Dakota in 2012
Often times, hitting a crossroads, we never know what taking that road will lead us too. Sometimes there is no information other than to go this way or to go that way. But once determined, we pursued with fervor and did the best we can along that portion of our journey together. And, gratefully, Julianne has always been there by my side. Almost all of our journey together has been one that we determined we would take together whether good or bad. And I’m so thankful for
Julianne and David November 2018
her willingness to do so.
In recent years, we have trudged along on our journey together while, at times, pursuing separate paths that may have paralleled the wider path. We are generally going in the same direction, but we sometimes seem to take different paths to get there. There has been good with that and there has been the not so good as well. The course that Julianne is taking has brought her to better health. She looks marvelous and she has done amazingly well. I am so proud of her and astonished at her fortitude. And also impressed with her youthful good looks. She is just as beautiful to me today as she was when I first met her nearly 40 years ago. Perhaps, even more beautiful, because I know her heart and I know her mind and I know her in so many deeper ways then I did when I first met her.
My Happy Place
As for me, the last few years of my journey have been challenging. I have not done as well in improving my health. It does sadden me. But I have also struggled in this treacherous economy to stay stable and gainfully employed. I’m grateful that I am able to do what I do now (which is a later blog post). But, when I hit those forks in the road on my portion of the journey, I have some times taken the more difficult and challenging roads, without knowing it. But Julianne always supports me and helps me through!
David and Julianne – on our 25th anniversary
So, as we both pursue our own personal journeys on parallel paths in one direction, there are times where we are having our hands tugged apart. But, we have both strived to find ways to make sure that we do not lose that grip that we have with each other so that we can make it through the challenging times of being too singular individuals pursuing our own journeys while also trying to be a part of each others’ greater journey.
David and Julianne 1979 in Monument Valley
Love absolutely binds two individuals together strongly. I am grateful for the love that Julianne has had for me all these years and that she has accompanied me, and many times pulled me along or has been pulled along on this journey.
Every day of life with Julianne on this road is a blessing.
I am a sucker for Pop Culture kitsch. So, today McDonald’s kicked off the 50th Anniversary Celebration for the Big Mac by giving out commemorative coins when you order a Big Mac (while supplies last, of course). Being the Pop Culture lover that I am, we went for it.
I remember well when the Big Mac was introduced with the catchy song that said “Two all beef patties, special sauce, lettuce, cheese, pickles, onions on a sesame seed bun.” I can still rattle that off after 50 years!
Well, I learned from the web announcements that only 6.9 million coins were to be given out in over 14,000 locations. The coins can be collected or, alternatively, can be used one time between now and the end of the year to get a free big Mac.
Coin Commemorating the First Ten years (1968-1978)
Coin Commemorating the LAST TEN years (2008-2018)
Showing off our coins from McDonald’s — all three were the same coin
There are five coins representing each decade from 1968 to 2018 and the idea is to collect all five coins. It was supposed to be such that when you go to McDonald’s and order a Big Mac that you get a free coin. I went with Autumn first thing this morning (after 10:30 when lunch starts) and ordered two big Macs and they told me only one coin per order. (The ads specifically said “Buy a Big Mac, get a Free Coin.”) We later went to another McDonald’s and they told me they’re given out for EACH Big Mac and they gave a coin for each one ordered, even if they had to make separate orders at the time.
Coins at McDonald’s
Turns out that each restaurant gets a box of coins that are all the same so you have to go to multiple restaurants to get all five coins which means you have to go to multiple restaurants and buy multiple Big Macs as you cannot buy three Big Macs at one restaurant to get three different coins. Hassleiferous!!
The McDonald’s Restaurant design near the Galleria in Dallas up until December 2017.
Another view of the former design
To further tell the story, I had done some research and discovered that one of the most unique McDonald’s restaurants in the world was actually in Dallas and so we took the nearly 40 minute drive down there to go see this McDonald’s that looks like a giant happy meal with a giant Big Mac. I thought it would be a perfect backdrop for showing off our new Big Mac Coins on the Big Mac 50th birthday! Much to our surprise, that particular restaurant design was no longer there and when we went in to ask about it, we were told that the store had been remodeled in December 2017. Sadly, the eight or nine different websites that had pictures and told about the unique design of the former restaurant were not apprised of the changes and had not done any follow up to verify. We drove 40 miles from Fort Worth to go there. Sadly JSP Management (the Franchisee for the DFW area) never bothered to share the information….. A wasted drive of 80 miles….. Interestingly, the manager there told me they get a few people everyday that come in and ask what happened. SAD.
The remodeled design as of January 2018
You can see above what the original looked like and what it looks like today. I guess that McDonald’s would rather generesize their stores so, like their basically non-descript generic burgers, their stores to are all non-descript. That too is sad.
All said, I do have two different coins and I am happy about that. And that’s all I’m going to get it because I am not going for any more Big Macs today! Chances are they will all be gone over the next day or two.