Category: Trips East

Phase 3 of the trip “back east” this year went a little west. I left Boston for Detroit on October 12. Dillon picked me up and we rode to nearby Ypsilanti, to Julia’s and Sam’s house.

They were grieving. I had been aware of the failing condition of Juno, the chihuahua they “inherited” when it was already elderly, but only on arrival found out Juno had been euthanized that afternoon at the house. We reminisced about Juno and paid attention to Tarski, their toy poodle.

Tarski talking

While the primary reason for the visit was simply to see my daughter, son-in-law, and son, there was an add-on reason that was just happenstance. In 2022, I had interacted with a member of our BC alumni chapter at a gamewatch. I learned that she was from Michigan and her kids attended the university. She added that she had season tickets to Michigan football games and sometimes not all of them were used.

I realized that during my visit, Michigan was to play Indiana in the Big House, the stadium on campus. I contacted the fellow BC grad who said she had just learned from her son that he would not be using two of the tickets for that game. I was able to purchase the tickets for Dillon and me. For some reason, Dillon was a big Michigan football fan when he was a kid. For both of us, this would be an exciting experience.

Here’s an aerial photo of the stadium and its surroundings.

Of course, it was going to rain. This radar image showed the weather for southeastern Michigan on October 14.

Julia and Sam dropped us off and we joined the many thousands heading toward the stadium. (Michigan Stadium is the largest college stadium in the country. Its official capacity is 107,601.)

I remember another Michigan native telling me about her daughter, raised in the state and an attendee at Wolverine games. She’s now a student at Stanford and she tells her mother about attending Cardinal football games, “It’s just not the same!” Wolverine fans are pretty intense. They all seem to know the songs, the cheers, when to pump their fist, etc.

Gotta admit, this is a great college fight song. (22-second video)

The Wolverines actually started a bit slow in this game. Indiana scored first and dominated the first quarter, outgaining Michigan substantially. Halftime score was 21-7 Michigan, however, and the final score was 52-7.

And when you have 100,000 people in the stands, you need a big band. Michigan has a big band. The halftime show was extensive and featured something of a “horse race.” The band formed two ovals, one inside the other. A hundred and more of what I assume were kids, dressed in horse costumes, ran into the stadium. Most of them frolicked in the center of the oval and some, carrying flags representing the schools in the Big Ten, raced inside the “race track.”

The “race,” of course, was fixed. Finishing first, in what I assume is always the result, was the “horse” representing Michigan. And finishing far behind, indeed last, was the “horse” representing Ohio State.

Check it out.

For the second week in a row, I didn’t see the second half of a football game, at least not in person. Dillon agreed it was wise to head home and watch the rest of the game on television.

While waiting in downtown Ann Arbor for Julia and Sam to pick us up, I came across this striking tree in the courtyard of a university building.

Sunday, we visited one of the stores in the Zingerman’s empire for breakfast. The “Zingerman’s Community of Businesses” is a collection of establishments in the Ann Arbor area each offering a food specialty. It started in 1982 with Zingerman’s Delicatessan, where Julia and I got sandwiches during my visit in 2022. Boy, is it good!

Julia also showed me her new hobby, which may be a retro hobby coming back into vogue. Remember macramé? Here’s just a few of her output.

She’s also expanding their garden and zinnias are a new addition.

Later, we visited downtown Ypsilanti and some of the unusual stores. There was also a bar that seemed to bring us back several decades.

Spent some time at Dillon’s apartment nearby.

And met his cat, Molly.

Monday, it was off to San Diego and home.

The annual gathering of the Sutherland Road gang (Boston College students who lived at 12 Sutherland Road, Brighton, during junior and senior years), their spouses/partners, and me centered on West Point, N.Y., this fall. BC football was to play Army at the historic and picturesque military academy on October 6.

The red-eye from San Diego to Boston was supposed to be quick and calm. It was quick, but also turbulent. No sleep. At one point in the flight, according to the app FlightAware, the plane was flying at 648 miles an hour. We got into Logan Airport before dawn and, even after taking a bus and subway ride, I arrived at North Station for my commuter rail ride before Dunkin’ Donuts was open.

I took the train to Winchester where Ed Hattauer picked me up and brought me to the beautiful home he and Jackie Hewitt share. Caught up with some sleep in preparation for our drive the next day to West Point.

We arrived at West Point Friday afternoon and took our rooms at the Thayer Hotel, located on the post. We had reserved rooms in the hotel’s “executive wing,” a newer addition to the almost century-old hotel. Mine was called a “suite,” but it was a spacious single room. Ken and Debbie Hamberg did have a three-room suite, which was a welcome respite at times.

Some views of my room and the hotel.

The weather forecast for Friday evening and Saturday was for rain, sometimes heavy. We all (except for Pat Sugrue, who wisely deferred from getting wet) had what we thought was waterproof gear. I even had “waterproof socks.” Before starting the mile-long, uphill walk to the stadium, we had a group photo taken in the hotel lobby.

On the walk, we passed a small area for tailgaters with an interesting sign. Not a temporary sign, a permanent one. I approached the tailgaters near the sign and said I wanted to take a picture. They said sure. As I left, I said, “Retired Navy.” Their response, “We welcome all.”

There was a section of the stadium that was under cover. That’s not where our seats were. Our seats were in the uncovered endzone. But several of the group stayed under cover standing among the many others also seeking shelter. The Hambergs and I went to our seats. After all, we had “waterproof” clothing. Here’s a brief video (9 seconds) of the view from our seats.

Two San Diego friends had said earlier they might be attending the game. While at the game, I received a text that they were sitting in the endzone. I got up and looked for them. With everyone bundled in raingear, it was more than difficult to identify individuals. As I stood near the field looking up into the endzone stands, suddenly a figure stood and waved. I approached and it was Lori Mahler! And I then joined her, Joe Mahler, and their daughter Caitlin, who lives in New York City. (Lori said she had noticed some guy just looking up into the stands and then realized it was me.)

As halftime came, we agreed that it was smarter to return to the hotel and watch the remainder of the game on tv. All but two of the original group did the same. Two had found seats under cover when the previous seatholders left and saw the game through. The Mahlers and I joined the group sheltering in the Hamberg’s suite. (By the way, the Eagles dominated the first half and led 13-3 when we left. Watching on tv was initially discouraging, as the Black Knights came back and took the lead in the final quarter. BC scored a touchdown with 25 seconds left and won 27-24.)

All of us who returned to the hotel were soaked. The “waterproof” gear simply couldn’t be completely effective for hours in steady, often heavy, rain. As I had brought only two changes of clothing to the hotel and only one pair of shoes, I went to dinner in the hotel dressed in a teeshirt and jeans and wearing socks.

Before getting to the hotel, I had gone on its website to check out amenities, etc. I saw that the hotel gave a 20 percent discount on dining to members of the “military.” As mentioned earlier, I’m “retired Navy.” I didn’t know if the discount applied only for active duty military. If I qualified, I wanted to figure out how to finesse the discount for maximum benefit of the group.  Like maybe I would order the wine. I asked at the desk before we went to dinner Friday night (I was better dressed then). What I learned was a pleasant surprise.

I was advised that, when the final check came, I show my ID. The server would then apply the discount to the entire bill. To everyone, and for everything. Nice! I put everything on my card and, at the end of the weekend, Pat Sugrue was kind enough to figure it all out and assign what each person owed. Our teetotalers were not included in the liquor and wine charges.

Our first stop on the ride home was the nearest Tesla charger. Jackie’s Tesla had gone the 216 miles from Winchester to West Point without an additional charge, but needed one to get all the way back. Ed came up with a pleasant musical “game” to play during much of the four-hour ride. Connecting his iPhone to the car’s audio system, he would search for songs on Apple Music. Each of us in rotation would recommend a song and share context for choosing those particular songs.

Monday began phase 2 of the trip, which was visits to friends and family on the Cape and in the Boston area. As I finally got through a somewhat long line at Avis in Cambridge to pick up my rental, it was deja vu all over again. As had happened last year at the Avis office in Maynard, the only vehicles available for me to rent were a minivan and a pickup. Oh yeah!

First stop was Harwich Port, where I had lunch with BC classmate and USS Biddle shipmate Steve Curran and his wife, Kathie, at Brax Landing. Then a visit with high school classmate Susan Hartley Mantoni, where we had a great chat. Next was the Oslins home in Dennis, where I was to stay overnight. Reid drove Susan and me in his new Jeep to dinner with BC classmate and friend since grammar school Richard Sullivan and wife, Karen.

Next day, drove to Wood’s Hole to meet my sister, Ann, who had come over from Martha’s Vineyard to share lunch. We went to a restaurant right near the ferry landing. When I visited the restroom, I noted the sign identifying the area for restrooms.

Back in the Boston area, I spent the next day-and-a-half visiting friends. Started at BC, where my truck was too high to use any of the parking garages on campus. I had intended to meet with Dara Garrison, liaison to our alumni chapter in San Diego, so I called and asked if I might also use a parking space in front of Cadigan Alumni Center. She said sure.

When I went to the reception desk at Cadigan, I recognized the receptionist and she recognized me, as did another woman standing nearby. I had left work in that department 12 years earlier and hadn’t really been in that office since. Then other people walking by recognized me and came by to say hello.

Sitting with Dara in the atrium, several more people stopped and came over to say hello. Laughing, Dara said the next time I was to meet with her there, she would send a blast email out to the building to let people know. At one point, I noticed in the corner of my eye a woman standing and staring. I looked over and it was Kate Heusner, a friend who had been in the alumni chapter in San Diego, and had recently taken a job at BC and moved to the area. A pleasant surprise.

Later that day, I met with Maureen Raymond, Bob Capalbo, and Lee Pellegrini, all former colleagues. I first worked with Lee at BC in the early 1980s. Closed the day with Margaret Evans and husband, Rob Sternstein, for dinner at a Brookline spot. Busy, but nice day.

Phase 2 of the trip ended the next morning. After meeting with Leo deNatale, former roommate and best man at my 1978 wedding, for coffee and reminiscing, I took the truck to Logan and began the trip west. Not all the way, just to Michigan.

I had made a reservation for a rental car months earlier, to be picked up in Acton, Mass. Ed drove me out to the location Monday morning.

From the cars offered online, I had selected a Mazda CX-5 SUV, which is the same model as I have at home. I figured I would know how to operate things. The Avis rep in Acton, however, told me, “We haven’t had a Mazda out here for years.” Okay. I was then informed I had two vehicles on the lot from which to select, because  I was returning to Logan Airport and Avis wanted them there. I would not pay extra. One choice was a minivan and the other choice was this.

Of course, I took the Tacoma. I’d never driven a vehicle this big, but I figured it would be fun. And it was. Kinda weird, but it had California plates.

When I was getting gas later in Winchester, the attendant asked, “You didn’t drive that here from California, didya?”

The picture of me and the truck was taken by Nate Kenyon, director of marketing and communications at BC’s Law School, the first BC person I visited that Monday. Later, I met Maureen Raymond outside the Lower Dining Hall, now officially Corcoran Commons. Maureen and I had worked together at the Lynch School and we’re almost “related.” Her daughter and the son of my cousin Kathy are married.

We were joined soon by Taylor Mooney, the liaison at BC for our alumni chapter in San Diego, whom I had only met earlier through Zoom. It didn’t take long for Maureen and Taylor to recognize each other — Maureen had been Taylor’s advisor at the Lynch School.

I later met Mary Ellen Fulton, also a former colleague at the Lynch School, at a bakery in Newton Centre and then headed back to campus to reconnect with Lee Pellegrini, with whom I worked at BC back in the ’70s when we started Boston College Magazine. Lee is still taking great photos for BC.

Jumped in the truck and set out for Plum Island, near the border with New Hampshire, to spend the night at the home of the aforementioned cousin, Kathy. Was a bit tough to get the truck next to her Jeep in the driveway of her small cottage, but did it. Always a joy to catch up with her and her family, and with our ancestors, in photos.

Her location is more coastal than mine and is not at all similar, except maybe for fog. Here’s a view.

At some point, I realized I had not had fried clams yet. The New England way, with “bellies.” And I was in one of the best fried clam regions in the country — the North Shore. On my way back on Tuesday, stopped at the famed “Clam Box” in Ipswich and brought clams back to Winchester for lunch.

Later Tuesday, visited with Tom Burke in West Roxbury and then with Margaret Evans and husband Rob Sternstein in Brookline. (Why didn’t I take any pictures? Isn’t that what phones are for?!)

Wednesday was just prep for my departure later in the afternoon. Smooth transaction returning the rental truck and usual stop at Legal Seafood in the terminal at Logan to pick up some clam chowder.

Long plane ride back to San Diego, especially with the entertainment not working in my row. I had brought a book to read on the trip, but hadn’t started it. I took it out and read the 303-page novel. Still had an hour to go on the flight when I finished. 

We took same route by Salton Sea in reverse this time. The lighting just wasn’t as complimentary as on the way out.

But the setting sun gave nice shadowing to the hills just west of San Diego.

Thankful to be home and not on the road. Miss the family and friends there and happy to join friends and family here.

 

While the Chatham base was very comfortable and relaxing, we also got out to see more of the eastern end of the Cape.

The one excursion in which we all participated was a waterborne tour of Chatham Harbor and Monomoy National Wildlife Refuge.

Lots of sea birds.

And seals! Here’s a brief (30 sec) video.

 And boats.

Including big yachts.

Pat, Tom, and I also made an excursion to Provincetown at the northern tip of the eastern portion of the Cape. Enjoyable place, with a certain style.

But first, a stop for oysters on the half shell. (I rushed to consume, and had two before I remembered to take a photo.)

At 252 feet in height, the Pilgrim Monument in Provincetown is the tallest all-granite structure in the U.S.

Then out to enjoy the scene.

Had the chance later to catch up with Cape friends, too.

Steve and Kathy dropped me off in “downtown” Chatham for souvenir shopping.

Too soon our idyllic time on the Cape was over. Most of us split up to head home, but I had a few more days in the Boston area. Jackie and Ed were kind enough to bring me to their place in Winchester, northwest of Boston proper. And that’s the next post.

Next: Boston redux and home

The main purpose of the trip East this year was to join classmates and friends for a week in a nice place and just enjoy each other’s company and the place around us.

We (particularly the Downeys) chose Chatham, located at the outside edge of the crook of the Cape Cod “elbow.” Again, for those who could benefit from orientation, here’s an overhead of Chatham. The red oval marks the location of the house in which we were staying.

Pictures, of course, do it more justice.

Some of the house had been the c.1850 homestead of Captain Isaac Loveland. Ken and Debbie Hamberg, Ed Hattauer and Jackie Hewitt, and I each took one of the three rooms in the “stables” (below and just out of the picture above to the right).

This was my “stall.”

Inside of the main house wasn’t too shabby either. Here’s the kitchen.

Seven bedrooms, each with bath, plus a half-bath. 

Here’s a gallery of photos of the interior of the main house.

We also spent a lot of time outside, often for dinner. A gallery of the outside space.

At one point, while some of us were sitting outside, we had visitors.

This was at our last dinner at the house.

That dinner featured my annual martini with Tom. This year, purple!

Among our meals, of course, was lobster, in both whole and roll forms. This was my lobster roll.

We got out and did some things, too. That’s in the next post.

Next: Chatham out and about

The day after the BC game, I joined Pat and Tom Sugrue on their way to Cape Cod. We were all due to gather in Chatham Monday afternoon, but Pat and Tom were to meet friends that Sunday and I was going to visit Susan and Reid Oslin.

After visiting with David Gay and his wife in Bourne, the Sugrues brought me to the Oslins’ home in West Dennis.

For those who could use some orientation, here’s a satellite view of the Cape. West Dennis is just left of Dennis Port on the southern edge.

Before going to the West Dennis Yacht Club that evening, we took a short walk around the area. West Dennis is marked by its interaction with the Atlantic.

The “Dennis fingers,” protrusions of land. were constructed by the developer of this part of the community.

I was glad I was with residents of West Dennis, because I might have gotten confused by some of the street signs in the neighborhood.

The occasion for a visit to the Yacht Club was . . . fireworks! You know, the Labor Day fireworks. ??? Seems fireworks intended for the 4th of July were never expended because of COVID regulations. Here’s a brief video of fireworks, Labor Day-style. (There’s an error in the title. It should read “West Dennis Yacht Club.”)

Next: Chatham Base

Following a family “Thanksgiving” on Martha’s Vineyard, it was back to classmates and friends Tuesday, June 5. The Andersons brought me to West Yarmouth on Cape Cod, where Marcy Kenah had arranged for a beautiful cottage for us. Some cottage. Lots of room and beautiful setting for 10 of us – Marcy and Larry Kenah, Pat and Tom Sugrue, Shelia and Dan Downey, Debbie and Ken Hamberg, Ed Hattauer, and me.

We celebrated Ed’s birthday and we also had some visitors – Karen Sullivan and Susan and Reid Oslin, all now full-time Cape residents. Richard Sullivan splits time between Mashpee and Holliston, claiming he still needs to work, and was unable to join us.

Here’s video (6:40).

 

Sunday, June 3, was the 50th anniversary of the graduation of the Class of 1968, my class, from Boston College. I joined close and old friends, as well as some new ones, at BC’s Reunion Weekend, June 1-3.

My new friends came about because of my work, beginning about a year ago, on a blog about what life was like at BC and events in the outside world during 1964-68. You can see much more about the reunion, as well as those lives and times, at ProudRefrain.org. (BC’s fight song, For Boston, contains the line “We sing our proud refrain!”

Our first event was our “investiture” as Golden Eagles, BC’s designation for those alumni who have graduated 50 years or more ago. I became a Twitter micro-sensation when BC tweeted the message at right. BC Alumni San Diego retweeted it, expanding its reach to dozens. 🙂 It was all, of course, due to my bowtie. A somewhat retro version. Indeed, when I received my Golden Eagle pin from William Leahy, SJ, president of BC, he said, “I saw that bowtie! You’re the man!” (I still don’t think he knew who I was, though I had worked at BC 2000-11 and had been in his company several times.)

One of my most unexpected and enjoyable experiences at reunion was reconnecting two classmates who had long lost touch with each other. Overhearing that Maureen Burke lived in Northern California, I wanted to say hello to a fellow Golden Stater. She mentioned that, following BC, she had been a Navy nurse. “Norfolk, Virginia, 1969.” I said I, too, had been in Norfolk in 1969. “What ship?,” she asked. When I told her I had been on the USS Biddle, she looked startled and said, “I knew someone on the Biddle. His name was Steve.” “Curran?,” I asked. “I think so,” she said. “He’s here,” I replied.

(I had known neither Maureen nor Steve, and they had not known each other, while we were at BC. I met Steve Curran for the first time when we became shipmates on the Biddle. We’ve remained classmates, shipmates, and friends since.) I hustled to find Steve and brought him over to Maureen to say hello. They had not been in contact with each other since Norfolk. After meeting Steve at the Officers Club back then, she introduced him to a friend, a physical therapist also at Portsmouth (Va.) Naval Hospital, whom Steve dated during his time in Norfolk. Maureen and Steve each found their chance to get reacquainted, nearly 50 years later, one of the nice features of our reunion. And I thought it was fun to bring it about!

I also enjoyed chatting with current BC students. I shared information about what some of the rules and regs were at BC in our day, what restrictions women students faced, and some of the national and world events that shook our time. “You think things are tumultuous now?!” Just bringing up Martin Luther King’s murder in the spring of our senior year and the assassination of Bobby Kennedy a couple of days after we graduated usually sent jaws dropping. Then add Vietnam, the draft, campus and racial unrest, etc. I appreciated that nearly all of them expressed a high degree of interest.

There are multiple posts about the reunion weekend on ProudRefrain.org, all but one containing video. In this post, I’m including a video that focuses on my close friends and classmates.

I ended up serving on the reunion committee, something usually reserved for “upper-crust” members of the class, i.e., major donors. But, this time, they let at least one of the riff-raff in. It’s traditional that, on the evening of the class party, there is a photo taken of the reunion committee with the president of BC. My sister’s reaction to the photo below? “Gee, guess which one comes from Southern California.”

Go Golden Eagles!