Wednesday, May 28, 2008
On the first day of our visit, we watched “Brian Fantana” or Paul Rudd and new star Paul Segal prepare to film a scene under the Santa Monica pier for a movie called “I Love You, Man.”
We went to a taping of the Tonight Show with Jay Leno. There, we saw Shreveport’s favorite son, Terry Bradshaw, a turkey baster musician from Bryan, Texas, and musician Colbie Callee . It was a neat experience, but we weren’t allowed to take pictures.
Probably our most exciting star sighting came driving down the road in the Burbank Studio City area. As we turned through an intersection, Dave spotted another member of the Anchorman team, Steve Carrell in a hybrid SUV with his wife and kids. We wheeled around and followed him for a few blocks to make sure it was him. It was.
And finally, we saw actor Chris O’Donnell playing beach volleyball with some friends. He looks like he does on TV...when he's on it.
KTAL alum Rich DeMuro and wife Lyndsey are getting back into a California rhythm after living and working in New York City. We had Mai Tais on the beach with them. Rich is the Tech guy at KCAL, and we got to watch one of his live shots. We’re proud, and happy for them both.
Our buddy’s special touch was definitely the cake, which read “Another one bites the dust.” He also chose that to walk into at the reception.... so you can say the festivities definitely reflected the groom's interests, too!
The bilingual mass was pretty special, as the priest was a former comedian and bartender. Dave escorted Silvia’s cousin from Australia. The reception started up before 5 and lasted until midnight. Dave filled in for a very ill Jay with a toast. If you can measure how much fun a reception is by how much your feet hurt the next day, we had an awesome time.
Joining us there, another Syracuse and Bemidji alum, Ross and his fiance’ Tracy. Ross is using his finance background at CNN in NYC. And loving it. But, the party didn’t stop there. The next day, Silvia’s parents hosted a brunch at their house in Arletta—complete with fried plantains, leftover wedding cake, and special eggs. Everyone else brought their Excedrin.
Thursday, May 15, 2008
Hunting on the tundra is quite different from hunting in the forest. From what I've been told, you have to be 5-miles off the highway to shoot anything. So after walking for 5-miles (no vehicles allowed--they'll bog down in the permafrost), you shoot whatever, then have to CARRY it out 5 miles. That means in pieces. From his stories, it's tough to even walk on permafrost--it's like walking 5 miles on a giant sponge, and then you have to carry or drag a few hundred pounds back...sometimes making more than one trip. That's hard-core stuff. And, sounds just like my brother.
Congrats Luke! Can't wait to try caribou in June!
Sunday, May 11, 2008
The first time Dave met Grandmother Dale he said he knew why I became a reporter. It was genetic. He says we ask questions alike, and we both seem to have a desire to learn about just about anything. I took that as a big compliment.
My Grandmother had an insatiable hunger for knowledge. She took classes throughout her life, and she is one of the few people I know who always kept a dictionary nearby to look up correct meanings and pronunciations on a daily basis. We would be talking on the phone, and she'd stop to look up a word so we could say it correctly. She stayed on top of politics, current events, and world happenings.
Understandably, she was a teacher and librarian by trade. She was one of the first women to graduate from the then-new Florida State University. (FSU started as a seminary in 1843, then changed to a college for women, and became FSU in 1947)
She had a husband, three children, and five grandchildren. She loved us devotedly and was so proud of our accomplishments... no matter how big or small. She loved to see us smile. Every grandkid can remember sliding down the banister at her house--but no one can ever remember getting in trouble for it. When she picked Luke and I up from school, we always got to stop and get a milkshake or a happy meal. She just loved to hear us laughing and having fun... and if we destroyed her house in the process, so be it. (but, something tells me our parents probably did hear about it!)She was a true-Florida girl raised in the pre-Disney, Marjorie Rawlings kind-of-Florida. She grew up back when Florida meant a beach vacation in a pink motel and seeing a flamingo, alligator, or maybe a Weeki Wachee mermaid. I remember a trips to Wakulla Springs to see Big Joe, but I never heard her mention a visit to Disney. When I would drive in and cross the Florida line, I'd call and she'd say, "it just feels so good to have you back in Florida." And her home and yard in Tallahassee with the wisteria, azaleas, and Spanish moss is what I think of first when I think of the Sunshine State.
But, she was incredibly humble. When her former students and colleagues came to her funeral, I learned so much about the teacher and person she was. She wasn't big on having her picture taken--actually, she hated it and wasn't above cutting herself out of pictures--so I am thankful to be able to share these with you.
I will always remember her smile, her warm voice, her love for chocolate, and her devotion to family. She was a special gal, and I was lucky to be a special person in her life.
Friday, May 9, 2008
And Paula is bored with butter.
Here's Bradley and Queen Pauline, literally cranking out some yummy mint ice cream
And, there's Buffy, Ellen Abdul, and out-of-costume Anna making desecated vegetables. (Which is like a soup boullion that pioneers would make to take West)
Special thanks to Molly O'Grady... for putting on a great workshop and teaching us to make everything from pioneer food to cheese to sourdough. I believe we all left with a newfound thankfulness for grocery stores, modern attire, and the fun we have at our own compound!