“Spouting Volcano on the Horizon”
Monday was Martin Luther King Day. Here’s an essay he wrote in 1964, after winning the Nobel Peace Prize, for the Berlin Jazz Festival. What wonderful writing, capturing the role music has played in social change in a compact essay:“God has wrought many things out of oppression. He has endowed his creatures with the capacity to create—and from this capacity has flowed the sweet songs of sorrow and joy that have allowed man to cope with his environment and many different situations.
Jazz speaks for life. The Blues tell the story of life’s difficulties, and if you think for a moment, you will realize that they take the hardest realities of life and put them into music, only to come out with some new hope or sense of triumph.
This is triumphant music.
Modern jazz has continued in this tradition, singing the songs of a more complicated urban existence. When life itself offers no order and meaning, the musician creates an order and meaning from the sounds of the earth which flow through his instrument.
It is no wonder that so much of the search for identity among American Negroes was championed by Jazz musicians. Long before the modern essayists and scholars wrote of racial identity as a problem for a multiracial world, musicians were returning to their roots to affirm that which was stirring within their souls.
Much of the power of our Freedom Movement in the United States has come from this music. It has strengthened us with its sweet rhythms when courage began to fail. It has calmed us with its rich harmonies when spirits were down.
And now, Jazz is exported to the world. For in the particular struggle of the Negro in America there is something akin to the universal struggle of modern man. Everybody has the Blues. Everybody longs for meaning. Everybody needs to love and be loved. Everybody needs to clap hands and be happy. Everybody longs for faith.
In music, especially this broad category called Jazz, there is a stepping stone towards all of these.”
I caught a flight to Guatemala City on Monday afternoon for work. There were several guys sitting near us who were with an organization called “Stoves for Guatemala.” Apparently rural Guatemalans often cook on unventilated wooden stoves in single room dwellings, leading to bad respiratory disease. This organization has built 600 clean burning and well ventilated stoves already.
https://helping-guatemala.com/
Here are some aerial pictures of the Guatemala City area during landing:


BP was excited to be allowed on the trip, and insisted on having his picture taken on arrival at the airport.

I stayed in an area called Cuidad Cayala – a planned city done in the Colonial architecture style. The GoWork office and restaurants were all a short walk for the hotel, which made things very easy. Cayala is very pretty and safe – with many high end shops and restaurants.


I met some work colleagues for an Italian dinner at Tre Fratelli on Monday night. We sat outside and it was very chilly for Guatemala (high 50s). I needed my puffer coat as the evening cooled off, with no humidity at all. The city is at 5,000 feet and so cools quite quickly this time of year.
Here’s a picture of a volcano spouting in the distance, taken from my hotel room balcony:

Tuesday breakfast was at Cafe Saul – a great spot that I found on my last visit. It’s so nice to be able to get a perfect macchiato with no fuss.
My first meeting of the day was a one on one with Jorge, and we decided to sit out on the patio of Cafe Barista and enjoy another coffee. Such a pleasant way to do business and get caught up before the rest of the day inside.
Lunch was again enjoyed al fresco – this time a Greek place called Arena. The pulpo (octopus) and falafel were both delicious, and the setting delightful.


After a long afternoon of team meetings, we enjoyed a seafood dinner at Atuna. The croquette appetizer was delicious and then I enjoyed a very impressive lobster thermidor.


Sunset behind the volcanoes after dinner was quite something:

Back in Pacifica, the girls were enjoying the sunny day and then afternoon tea – complete with some very fancy finger sandwiches.


Diana sent me this lovely video of Frankie showing me her penguin sweatshirt. She can be so adorable when she’s not being quite stubborn and opinionated:
Wednesday was another busy day of meeting various teams. That was followed by a steak dinner with the leadership team at Montanos. We had a private room with a TV that allowed us to share videos and photos of hobbies. Damon gave a short talk about his basement garden where he grows peppers and vegetables during the winter. Josue shared videos of him drumming with his band that won the Guatemalan Battle of the Bands contest. A fun evening.

With the new US COVID rules – test no more than 24 hours prior to flight departure, I had to take a test before dinner. Here I am working away while awaiting the test:

We met with our Project Management team on Thursday morning, enjoyed another delicious lunch at Arena, and then made our way to the airport for the flight home. I had an Ensalada Fatouch that was very fresh and yummy. Finn always has a chuckle about “Fatouch”. I don’t really remember why – think there was somebody he worked with that liked it.

I was fortunate again, with a smooth and on time flight. Customs at DFW was very quick and I just had to wait a short while for Diana to arrive from San Francisco.
It’s always pleasant to return to my home office, and I worked in it most of Friday morning. Then we picked up Finn from work and had lunch at the Mexican Cactus. Diana tried the ceviche with barramundi and it was really fresh and delicious.
Will supervised the loading of Finn’s car on to a transporter that should deliver it here on Tuesday. Will has put a lot of time and money into getting the car absolutely perfect for Finn to enjoy. I only have a limited number of days to wake up at 4:30am to deliver Finn to work, and I know the retiree is quite happy about that.
Jens and Glenda are coming over for dinner tonight. We’re looking forward to it as it has been months since we’ve caught up with them. I think McD is planning her excellent shrimp and scallops – yum!

“The Blue Hour” by Douglas Kennedy was my companion on the trip this week. What a well written and constructed book. I was hooked on the first page and wasn’t disappointed after that. Page one:
“First Light. And I didn’t know where I was anymore.
The sky outside: was it a curved rotunda of emerging blue? The world was still blurred at its edges. I tried to piece together my whereabouts, the exact geographic location within which I found myself. A sliver of emerging clarity. Or maybe just a few basic facts.
I was on a plane. A plane that had just flown all night across the Atlantic. A plane bound for a corner of North Africa. A country which, when viewed cartographically, looks like a skullcap abreast a continent. According to the flight progress monitor illuminating the back-of-the-seat screen facing me, we were still seventy-three minutes and 842 kilometers (I was flying into a metric world) from our destination. The journey hadn’t been my idea. Rather I’d allowed myself to be romanced into it by the man whose oversize frame (as in six foot four) was scrunched into the tiny seat next to mine. The middle seat in this horror movie of an aircraft.”
A good plot summary from Amazon:
“Robin knew Paul wasn’t perfect. But he said they were so lucky to have found each other, and she believed it was true. When he suggests a month in Morocco—where he once lived and worked, a place where the modern meets the medieval—Robin reluctantly agrees.
Once immersed into the swirling, white-hot exotica of a walled city on the North African Atlantic coast, Robin finds herself acclimatizing to its wonderful strangeness. Paul is everything she wants him to be—passionate, talented, knowledgeable. She is convinced that it is here that she will finally become pregnant.
But then Paul suddenly disappears, and Robin finds herself the prime suspect in the police inquiry. As her understanding of the truth starts to unravel, Robin lurches from the crumbling art deco of Casablanca to the daunting Sahara, caught in an increasingly terrifying spiral from which there is no easy escape.
For fans of thought-provoking page-turners such as The Talented Mr. Ripley, Douglas Kennedy’s The Blue Hour is a roller-coaster journey into a heart of darkness that asks the question: What would you do if your life depended on it?”
An example of the excellent descriptions:
“Simo insisted that I sit in the backseat, where I had both windows wide open to rid the car of his incessant cloud of smoke, and to provide some ventilation on a torpid night when the humidity and the actual mercury level made the air seem as glutinous as maple syrup.”
For a pleasant change, the ending of this story wasn’t rushed but unfolded at just the rate pace.
I really enjoyed the story, the writing style and the surprising twists of this book very much. I understand that Kennedy is much better known in the UK and France than in the US, and maybe those folks appreciate this kind of writing for the same reasons that I do.

Cafe Saul in Guatemala plays an eclectic mix of music, with some really unusual covers of popular songs. I had to use Shazam to identify who was playing this hit from David Bowie. A typically subtle arrangement from M. Ward:
Something from my Spotify Discovery Weekly list. The level of musicianship on a Bela Fleck album is always extraordinary:
A song from The National that I think I heard on a movie soundtrack, but can’t remember the details:
And lastly, a lovely song from the excellent Rodney Crowell:
Stay safe and kind!






I thoroughly enjoyed reading “This Tender Land” by William Kent Krueger this week. The story reminds me a lot of my recent read, “The Lincoln Highway” by Amor Towles. Here are some of the quotes that led me to read this book – particularly the “Where the Crawdads Sing” reference:




We enjoyed a lovely retirement dinner at C.T. Provisions on Friday, with Brent as our waiter. Finn and Alicia were able to join us. The food, company, and service were all excellent. Diana toasted her retirement with an Old Cuban (first experienced at the Moonshiner speakeasy in Paris.) C.T.’s was very busy, and Finn got a kick out of watching Brent buzzing around. Here’s D reading Finn’s retirement card, I think she liked his message about “sip and dip” and “fun in the sun”:





I thoroughly enjoyed “South and West: A Notebook” by Joan Didion this week. After her passing a couple of weeks ago, this was the only one of her books available at the library, and fortuitously, one of the few that I haven’t read at least once. She is one of those authors whose books you have to read a few times to really fully appreciate.
Earlier in the day, Diana participated in a virtual Secret Santa with Alicia and John and Joey’s families. Bonna was D’s Santa and she put together a lovely champagne themed basket. Diana was really delighted with the detail and with everything in the basket, and she had the perfect hoodie to complement it.
We flew to New Orleans on Friday morning for the fourth annual celebration of Jack and Mason’s birthday on January 2nd. We spent the afternoon enjoying the new Ogan patio, and exchanged some gifts. Anne loved her “champagne clutch” and Diana her tennis skirt (in preparation for taking up tennis during our NOLA residency.)


Costera was an excellent choice for dinner (thanks Denny) with multiple courses of Spanish tapas. The menu was fixed and included a plethora of delicious courses – beef shank Bombas, scallops, and an amazing seafood paella were the standouts. We were joined at dinner by the Kirshes, Krieks, and Eisles – what a fun group.
There was a bit of a wild party in progress when we returned to Webster street after dinner (and a few minutes after midnight.) Things quietened down quickly and we were able to get a decent sleep. Apparently a good enough sleep for McD to pop right up on New Year’s Day and head out for a run in Audubon park with Laura and Kara. She particularly enjoyed the band playing at the park entrance. Great job of starting out on the right foot Diana!


Merry Lee, Jeff, Donna, and Steve (our friends from California) were able to secure an invite to oyster fest. Merry Lee and Jeff have a condo in New Orleans now. They seemed to enjoy meeting everyone and sampling the various types of oysters.
“Bombshell” is part of the series featuring ex-CIA agent and Hollywood producer, Terry Fay, and is co-written with Parnell Hall. This is certainly easy reading, with each chapter 3 or 4 pages long. You can tell that Woods has a formula that he deploys to crank out these books. I don’t have any quotes as the writing is quite basic and used to drive the action forward, rather than set the scene or develop the characters. I’m not sure I would select another Woods book, except maybe for some mindless poolside or beach reading.
There were a couple of gifts that I couldn’t resist for Diana, but which didn’t fit in her extra large stocking. She had mentioned enjoying spirograph a few months ago, and I was trying to describe the fancy set I had. She’s pretty excited to try out this classic set when we get back to McKinney. I’m not sure if that will be before or after she tackles the “Where the Crawdads Sing” jigsaw puzzle.

Spending the night at the Grand Hotel in downtown McKinney seemed like a better plan than getting in the way of Jose and the flooring crew. The Grand is such a lovely, old school hotel with a great location on the square. We had dinner at the Urban Bar and Grill – a new restaurant where Bayou Jack’s used to be (I loved that New Orleans style place.) Our meals were great – particularly Diana’s mussels.

















I did find enough time to finish up “I Dream He Talks to Me” by Allison Moorer. This is about her experiences raising a non-verbal autistic son, John Henry. The book certainly brings perspective to the challenges of raising our kids.







The Atlas came back from getting wheels “powder coated” on Thursday. Diana is quite happy with the way the all black rims now look.
I got a haircut on Friday and decided to have a snack at the neighboring Lion and Crown afterwards. Scotch Eggs! This place had all the classic pub food favourites and I’ll have to plan another stop in.


My next book, “Mayflies” by Andrew O’Hagan, is a Christmas present from Mum that I couldn’t resist sampling, and then couldn’t resist finishing. It’s in two parts – a group of mates from the Glasgow area attending a music festival in Manchester in 1986 as teenagers, is part one, and part two is the same group in their 50s in recent years. Part one got a bit repetitive after a while – kids being silly at a music festival, but part two was excellent.
My third book was “Lucky” by Marissa Stapley. This is a quick and fun read that I finished in two sittings this weekend. I think Diana will figure out the puzzle quicker than I did.
This is the week when most of the leaves from the neighbor’s tree blow into our pool. Diana spent a lot of time keeping the skimmers emptied and leaves out of the pool. I appreciate a pool girl that’s on the job before she’s dressed for the day – that’s dedicated D.
Our two favourite NFL teams played each other on Thursday night – Cowboys vs Saints in New Orleans. The Cowboys didn’t play particularly well but did win the game – mostly because of good defensive play. Campbell found a Cowboys place near his apartment – some kind of barbeque restaurant.



Will, Christine, Campbell and Ollie arrived at the same time as we did, for their first Gypsy Hill Thanksgiving experience. Christine had to deal with a hungry Clorinda as she assembled this delicious appetizer. Grammie didn’t want to wait for the dill sauce and sprig and was happy to help herself to the cucumber and lox bases.











The girls (Diana, Alicia, and Caroline) spent a chunk of Friday putting up Clorinda’s Christmas tree and decorations. Clorinda was quite happy to sit and read “The Lincoln Highway” that I had shared with her, while all the activity took place around her. It wasn’t until Saturday morning that she really took time to investigate and enjoy all the decorations.



I needed to have a splint made to straighten my fingers out at night when sleeping. Leaving town the next day, I got an appointment for just after lunch. I stumbled on Mexican Cactus for a delicious taco lunch – great sauces. A nice new addition to the taco rotation. The splint appointment was painless and the lady also gave me a series of exercises to do every hour – I couldn’t say that I’ve been religious about doing them every single hour, but not too bad.









Last week I met some colleagues in downtown Dallas for dinner. We went to a place called CBD Provisions, where the signature dish is pig’s head carnitas. And yes, it comes served as a complete pig’s head – a bit strange but very tasty. Traffic was awful on the drive down, taking more than 90 minutes (typically 40) and so I maybe wasn’t in the mood to fully enjoy such a different appetizer.
A few months ago, on a whim, we bought tickets to see Bryan Adams in Las Vegas. The show was last Friday and we flew to Vegas on our way out to San Francisco. Our room at the Encore by Wynn was very comfy and modern (Alexa was available to close the curtains and turn on the lights). The show was at the Encore theater and so we just needed to ride the elevator down to attend the show – much easier than our typical drives to and from the Kessler for concerts.
Diana made us reservations at La Cave for pre-concert dinner. What a great find this was – tapas style small plates and very creative. The small plates weren’t really that small and we really enjoyed the meal in a lovely setting. Diana liked her “Fizzies flight” – more fun than just one glass.
We had a lazy start on Saturday with workouts in the fancy gym, lunch at the poolside restaurant, and then reading books by the lovely pool. BP kept watch from the room.
and weaving through the herds of people. When we finally arrived at Bardot we were seated inside next to a very loud table of guys. The entire place was soooo loud. I knew I wouldn’t be able to stand it and so we moved out to the front patio – much better.


Monday was a busy work day for both of us, but things started to slow down on Tuesday and we were able to get out for a walk by the Pacifica beaches and to enjoy a coffee and a quiche at Soul Grind.

We went for a walk on the hill on Wednesday morning and ran into the whole crew coming down. It takes a while to make progress with Frankie collecting rocks, Luciano melting down when he falls off his skateboard, and Massimo moving along on crutches. Here are some short videos that capture the scene.
I finished a couple of books over the last weeks. First was “Oh, William!” by Elizabeth Strout. Similar in style to the wonderful “Olive Kitteridge”, this follows the life of Lucy Barton and her ex-husband William. I didn’t enjoy this as much as “Olive” but it was still a very good read. This is the third book in a trilogy and I might have enjoyed it more had I read the first two books more recently.
My second book was “The Lincoln Highway” by Amor Towles. I loved “A Gentleman in Moscow” and was excited to read his new book. I thoroughly enjoyed the tale – quite different than “A Gentleman”, with much more action and a faster paced story. At the same time, there was plenty of detail from 1954 (the book takes place over 10 days) to settle in and enjoy. Here’s what Amazon had to say about it:

The new VW Atlas performed very well on the drive – very comfy and smooth and with all the modern electronics that Penelope is lacking. We met the Ogans for tacos at Nixta before checking into the hotel. This is a place that I had been hoping to try for a while, and it was excellent. Very creative and tasty tacos and tostadas. It was a gorgeous day and we enjoyed the garden patio setting very much. I had a beet tartare tostada that had some kind of whipped avocado base – highly recommended.



We loved everything about the concert. Three terrific artists/band were inducted into the Austin City Limits Hall of Fame. We had excellent seats and plenty of room. I’m going to share the pictures in order with the setlist from the evening.












The Ogans flew back to New Orleans on Friday morning, and so we had the day to ourselves. We started out with a good long run along the river – that we seriously payed for over the next few days – not sure why our legs hurt so much. I made a lunch reservation at June’s and teased D by asking her where she would like to pick for lunch – she ultimately got to June’s and wondered if we could get a reservation 🙂 It was another lovely afternoon and we were able to sit out on the patio. What did Diana have for lunch? Yes – the trifecta of steak tartare was completed. I enjoyed some salt cod croquettes and delicious curried escargot.
It was time to move again. We walked about a mile and a half over to South Lamar and had a coffee on the wonderful Opa! patio. One of the places we really miss for Sunday mornings.


After Tiki, I gave D the option of TG BAD (two guitars, bass, and drums) at the Saxon pub or an earlier than planned dinner at the Odd Duck. She decided the Odd Duck couldn’t wait. Wise move.
