Delayed, overnight in München

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Deluge over Munich forced the plane from sibiu to land at Linz in Austria to refuel. The whole clear tears crew and hundreds of others were delayed making connecting flights , overnight in my case. Lufthansa stepped in and I had a 5 star hotel in the leafy burbs of Munich, dinner, and hotel bathrobe, toothbrush and razor. Got an S-bahn ticket from the desk clerk and now on my way home. Damn.
Now at the Airport, disgustingly early. Heard the news about Greek radio and television. Government shut it down. What the Nazis couldn’t manage to do, the banks have done at a stroke.
As usual these days going home is a mixed blessing.

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Old stomping grounds

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Hanging around the old stomping grounds. Rue Marcq. Place St. Catherine. Trees seem bigger. That kind of thing happens in 30 years. This area around here And around the canal Is getting all gentrified. Hipster types in the cafes around here. Nice little studio Salon apartment They got me in. All the dancers and us musicians We know this

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Old Faithful bike

show by now Never fear.
I’m so grateful That I have been able to do Brussels again. I have been given a second chance which is rare. I have been enjoying my time In this wet Old Town. Thanks to the miracle of voice recognition And Android apps I can keep my blog updated Without bringing my laptop along. Just using my phone. Hey what a modern guy.

Out at my son's school. Summer is upon us in Greece. My next port of call not so lucky. Brussels still…

Out at my son's school. Summer is upon us in Greece. My next port of call not so lucky. Brussels still dripping.

Out at Ian's school

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Came out to this little America of a place with its PTA and bake sales and Halloween carnival and football team to pick up my son and bring him home. ACS American Community School in Halandri. Like they helicoptered in a school from Illinois or somewhere like that. Churns out Americans from all sorts of raw material, Greek Korean Arab, Indian, what have you, provided they can afford it. Lucky for me, Ian’s recently deceased Grandfather foots this bill.

I found it very strange to see that they were still teaching these kids about Thanksgiving with the paper pilgrim hats and the turkeys and all of that crap. I was amused when my son wrote a poem about living in a sod hut on the prairie with the line “Pa, git the musket, the Injuns is comin’ “.

A couple of years ago the music teacher (since moved on) had watched too many episodes of “Glee” and had them all doing big musical numbers in costume. Her “Tribute to the 80’s” was A-Ha’s “Take on Me” and Michael Jackson and “love take us up where we belong” and like that. I asked her “where are the Ramones? Where is Iggy Pop? Where is Devo?” and her eyes went blank. “I guess my 80’s were different from yours”.

They teach the kids arithmetic with dollars and cents and pounds and ounces and miles. They teach Greek as a second language. They started this school for the children of American military personnel stationed in Glyfada, but after they closed the base it became the Americanization camp that it is now.

But they have a swimming pool and a tennis court and they teach Chinese and all. Sort of like an American public school before Reagan.

He’s been coming here since Kindergarten. I begin to feel a little nostalgic about the place. I came to the Halloween carnival a couple of years ago and ate a Hamburger that tasted exactly like one I ate in Pueblo, Colorado in 1964. Let’s do the time warp again.

 

Earth Day in Kolonaki

From Evernote:

Earth Day in Kolonaki

Was sitting in platia kolonaki staring into space, absently regarding passing females when up walks Maria out of nowhere.  Says “I was wondering who was the bozo with all the lights on his bicycle when I realized it was you! “
Then we kissed a few times. Finally one of The kolonaki honies walks up and plants one on me and it’s my wife.
Now at Dentist waiting to assess the current damage and learn how much torture will prove necessary to arrest the flow of entropy for a couple years.
Ah, life.

Papou's memorial

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Papou’s memorial

Going out to voula  for Ian’s grandfather’s Mnimosion. This is a memorial service held 40 days after someone’s passing. I like this Greek custom of having a gathering after someone dies. Everyone has coffee (and cognac) and eats this delicious sort of afterlife trailmix called Koliva.   This is very good to speed the process of mourning along. The dead are apportioned some of this Koliva, albeit symbolically. These tend to be life-affirming affairs and I feel alive after attending one. 
Riding metro him in new outfit I bought yesterday at h & m. I gotta pee. My tooth starting to hurt where Brussels dentist put temp filling.
My cup runneth over.
Ended up on beach at Glyfada after coffee in oasis hotel. Then I took Athens’ tram home. We have one tram line, set up for the olympics. It functions and is a good way to ride up and down the seafront but it is glacially slow.
Ian out at the church in Voula

Maria opening

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Maria opening

Maria opens at the old school where I played a drag queen in national Theatro.  Memories memories. Wish her well. Last night at generali she was so nervous her mouth dried out. Poor baby.
As the show opened, Maria came on and she was amazing. She was great. I had never seen her so good in anything. The range of her expressions and her vocal facility and body language were amazing. Bravo baby!

bedbugs

From Evernote:

Snapshots from BEIRUT SHOWS CLEAR TEARS

Stinky dressing room. Like Athens 20 years ago. More. I took a pillow off the couch in my dressing room to rest my head on my yoga mat. After my yoga, my neck was itching me. I investigated the pillow and the couch from which it had come and saw a multitude of identical black dots. whoops. bedbugs. delightful when combined with 50 year old urine smell. Informed later by Yani that the dressing rooms were even worse before and that their current state was the result of a cleaning program instituted by him.