Flying but not on the ConcordeThursday, April 23, 2020
Better than Shoelaces
The Woman from Whiskey Creek II
The Woman from Whiskey Creek
When writer Graham Greene died, Paul Theroux wrote an obituary that had as a title one that I will never forget – An Edwardian on the Concorde. The span of Graham Greene’s life was summarized with compact skill.
For me, during this virtual lockdown, I have the time to reflect on my own personal span of time. I remember the man delivering blocks of ice for our icebox in 1948 Buenos Aires. I recsll being picked up by a chauffeur driving a brand new Cadillac and being taken to Susan Stone’s mansion (her father headed General Motors in Argentina) and watching television. I was 13, the documentary on oil wells was boring, her lovely face was much more alluring.
Flying in a Douglas DC-6B over the Andes on our eventual destination of Mexico City, since the cabin was not fully pressurized, meant that oxygen masks were lowered. The Panamerican Constellation in Managua, had lovely a stewardess (as they were then called) and she offered us Juicy Fruit chewing gum so our ears would not pop during take-off.
My first email address was firstname.lastname@example.org. The folks on 4th avenue would give me instant help on my problems. For finding stuff I used Altavista and I wrote articles for the Vancouver Sun on my email program called Eudora.
My friend, Paul Leisz dragged me into the 21st century. My computer system is pretty good even though he laughs at my Dell cathode ray tube monitor. It was my Rosemary who insisted I purchase a digital camera - a FujiX-E1.
Who could have ever suspected that a quarantine would not prevent me from taking pictures of lovely women? Thanks to my Victoria friend Emily Lauren I have pushed my personal idea of cutting edge photography by connecting with her on Messenger and using my digital camera as I instruct her how to move from the cell phone video that she sends me.