Thursday, May 7, 2020

People Will Come

Memorial Day Weekend, the unofficial start of the summer season, is fifteen days away.  Here in the State of Concrete Gardens, as we battle against COVID-19, towns at the Shore are preparing for the influx of sunbathers and beach goers.  

Although our little piece of paradise by the sea is nestled 3/10 of a mile from the ocean, Lake Como is a Shore town without a beach. Belmar borders us not only to the north but to the east.  Since we purchased our home in 2015, the Missus and I have annually purchased a half-dozen Belmar Season Badges, which we have used to exhaustion spending too many fantastic days to count sitting on the 17th Avenue Beach and playing with Maggie and Cal at the playground on the 16th Avenue Beach.  We purchased our 2020 Season Badges in the lazy, hazy, pre-COVID-19 days of February 2020, which seems at this point to have been a gazillion or so days ago.  

Mayor Mark Walsifer and the Belmar Town Council know that irrespective of the present circumstances confronting us Jerseyans, once Memorial Day arrives people will descend upon Belmar's boardwalk and beaches with a fervor associated with visitors to Ray Kinsella's Iowa farm...




...and, as he discussed at length with nj.com, Mayor Walsifer and the Belmar Town Council have a plan.  I do not pretend to know how smoothly Belmar's plan of attack shall work or the extent to which it shall be tweaked or amended once Memorial Day arrives, and summer thereafter.  I applaud their effort, however, their formulation of a plan, and their willingness to publicly disclose it so it can be discussed and so questions about it can be asked.  

It bears pointing out that Mayor Walsifer announced this plan on Tuesday.  On Wednesday, Governor Murphy announced that he is extending the Public Health Emergency Order, which had been set to expire today I believe to June 6.  I know not what effect the Governor’s decision shall have on Belmar’s plan, the highlights of which are as follows:

·   Belmar’s mile-long boardwalk will reopen to get pedestrian traffic out of the street. When the boardwalk was closed several weeks ago, Ocean Avenue parking was restricted and barricades were set up to protect pedestrians from traffic. "But we’re lucky no one has been hit by a car,” Walsifer said. “It can get crazy out there.”

·   Benches will be removed temporarily from the boardwalk, and patrols will keep people from loitering.

·     Public bathrooms on the boardwalk will be open, but a limited number of people will be allowed inside at a time, and the facilities will be cleaned often. Bathroom lines could cause social-distancing problems on the boardwalk and that will be monitored, too, Walsifer said.

·    Regular patrols will regulate social distancing on the beaches. “Families can sit close together,” Walsifer said. “But if we see a group of college kids who aren’t social-distancing, for instance, we’re going to enforce it, and if you can’t abide by the rules, you’re going to have to leave the beach.”

·       If the beaches become too crowded, access will be cut off. “We’re going to treat this like a store,” Walsifer said. “If there are too many people on the beach for us to safely social-distance, then you won’t be able to get on the beach until other people come off. We’ll be monitoring that constantly.”

·        Walsifer said the borough will not limit the number of seasonal badges it sells.

·      Protections for badge-checkers are still being discussed, and the borough is building more booths for the sale of beach badges so employees aren’t crammed inside.

·     Lifeguards must be spread out, too: “You can’t have three lifeguards on a stand anymore,” Walsifer said.    


     





Wednesday, May 6, 2020

And Then She Was Three...



The little girl who saved my life is three years old today.  The official celebration of her third birthday shall await the return of normalcy - or a reasonable facsimile thereof - so that she can be lovingly smothered by all her grandparents and great-grandparents.  Inasmuch as I have celebrated her birth every day since Day One three years ago, today shall be no exception. 

It is not false modesty or faux self-effacement that causes me to describe myself as, at best, a mediocre human being.  I am self-interested to a fault, pursuing that which interests and benefits me with little regard to the impact of that pursuit on others.  It is not an accident that among my favorite things to do are running, reading, and writing.  Each is a solitary pursuit.  It is little surprise, as well, to learn that I prefer the company of my faithful canine running companion, Sam I am, to that of most people.  

Truth be told, I fully expected to half-ass being a grandfather much in the same way I have half-assed being a son, a sibling, a husband, and a father.  Maggie simply would not let me.  I have been smitten with her from the first moment I laid eyes on her, not very long after she was born. I will tell anyone who asks - and if you are stuck too close to me at the bar as the hour grows late even if you don't - that I was the one who correctly guessed her weight when the nurse put her on the baby scale in Suzanne's room in the wee small hours of the morning three years ago on this very day.  She had me at hello.  




From moment one, she has made me want to earn the title "Pop Pop" and I have made it my mission to do just that, for her and for the rest of the littles who have followed her, each and every day.  Pop Pop is the greatest gig I have ever had.  It is the greatest gig I shall ever have.  





Happy Birthday, Maggie.  Pop Pop loves you very, very much.  Wish big always...  




-AK 




Tuesday, May 5, 2020

Determined to Rise

In the final analysis, we are not partisan combatants.
We are human beings, equally vulnerable and 
Equally wonderful in the sight of God. 
We rise or fall together, and we are determined to rise.
-President George W. Bush

Saturday, in a video that is slightly less than three minutes long, the 43rd President of the United States reminded us that survival in a time of national crisis is neither a Democrat thing nor a Republican thing, neither a blue thing nor a red thing, and neither a "Liberal" thing nor a "Conservative" thing.  

It is, as it has always been, an American thing...




...unless of course you are the perpetual victim who currently resides at President Bush's former Washington, D.C. address.  For him, it has always been an "it is all about me" thing and a "no matter what happens, it is not my fault" thing.  

-AK 

Monday, May 4, 2020

No Guts, Vain Glory

It turns out that Mike Pence is not simply an arrogant, ignorant prick.  Do not misunderstand.  He is.  As it happens, he is so much more.





-AK 

Sunday, May 3, 2020

Thirty-Five Months



Thirty-five months ago, today, Mom died.  She was ten days away from her eighty-ninth birthday. An extraordinary woman, my mother.  I miss her every day.  Her absence I shall feel every day for the rest of my life.  

So too shall I feel her presence...  


photo credit: Wilma (c) 2017


...and that makes me a lucky man indeed.  Luckier than I have any right to be.

-AK 

Saturday, May 2, 2020

The Wisdom of Cousteau




May 2, 2015 was a Saturday. I remember that - not simply because I am "Autism Adam" (as my wife and daughter sometimes call me) but because the Missus and I had closed on our little piece of paradise by the sea the day before and spent Saturday, May 2, getting to work on our new home. 

Our first order of business was to tear out the wall-to-wall carpet in the living room.  We were approximately ten minutes into that chore when Margaret damn near sliced off her thumb with the razor knife.  Deciding that a trip to the closest ER would cost us the day, over my objections Margaret rinsed the wound with water from the kitchen sink, wrapped paper towel around it, which she then taped to her hand with electrical tape, and proceeded to work next to me for the rest of the day.  The large , gaping wound to the thumb has not affected her going forward...other than severely curtailing her ability to hitchhike.  

If the fates allow, 2020 shall mark our sixth summer as part-time residents/full-time property owners in Lake Como (the hamlet f/k/a South Belmar).  Whether we spend the time there this summer that we have since we bought it remains a question to which I do not know the answer.  I do know that the answer to that question is above my pay grade.  I know, too, whichever way that question is answered, we shall deal with it, we shall honor the decision, and we shall come out just fine on the other side. 



  

-AK 


Friday, May 1, 2020

The Loudness of Action




Tuesday, at the Mayo Clinic in Minnesota, the Vice-President of the United States (and the Chairman of the White House's Pandemic Task Force), toured the Clinic and visited with patients being treated for COVID-19.  The Mayo Clinic has a policy in force requiring "all patients, visitors, and staff to wear a face covering or mask while at Mayo Clinic to guard against transmission of COVID-19." The Clinic made Mr. Pence aware of the policy prior to his visit. 

And yet...




When questioned after his visit by his failure to abide by the Mayo Clinic's policy, the Veep did not bother dismounting from his high horse before responding, "As Vice-President of the United States I'm tested for the coronavirus on a regular basis and everyone who is around me is tested for the coronavirus.  And since I don't have the coronavirus, I thought it'd be a great opportunity for me to be here, to speak to these researchers, these incredible health care personnel, and look them in the eye and say 'Thank you'." 

For me at least, the footrace between his arrogance ("Fuck you and your policy, I know what is better for me and everyone with whom I come into contact than do you doctors") and his ignorance ("I wanted to look them in the eye" suggests he does not know the difference between a mask and a blindfold) ended in a flat-footed tie.  

Same as it ever was.  

Same as it always does.  




I am a hard grader on Mr. Pence's actions because my sister, Jill, must run the "decontamination gauntlet" (my term, not hers) at MSK Basking Ridge on a regular basis to undergo chemotherapy and dialysis necessary to keep her alive.  For Wilma, and for the dedicated health-care professionals who risk their lives daily to ensure that they are there for their patients, this is not a fucking photo op.  It is quite literally a matter of life-and-death. 

Quite frankly, I do not care whether Mr. Pence and every person who travels with him gets tested for COVID-19 on an hourly basis.  It matters not.  You could fill a thimble with what Mr. Pence knows about medicine and science and still have ample room in which to wiggle your thumb.   

If you want to be regarded as a leader, you feckless coward, then act like one.  

-AK