The third ring of hell

JFK Airport is the third ring of hell for me.

I went down late Saturday afternoon to catch my 9 pm flight to Dublin. The parking lot for Terminal Five was full and I was sent to the 'blue' lot instead of the 'yellow' lot and had to go into Terminal Four and ride the air train to Terminal Five to make my flight.

(One difference between JFK and Dublin airport--and the differences are legion!--is a baggage cart at JFK is $6 and they are free and available in Dublin.)

So, I paid for a cart and started down to Terminal 4 to catch the train.

(Just so you don't imagine there aren't moments of wonder and grace in the third ring of hell--as I came out of the wrong parking garage, heading to the terminal, who did I meet but Ted Dinsmore...a member of Emmanuel, Killingworth, one of the 3 churches I serve, and his daughter, Grace, picking up friends from India. How great is that? In the midst of turmoil, a moment of sanity and joy! Amazing!)

So, on the way back I had to do the same in reverse--get my luggage, pay for a cart, ride the train, find my car.

Our flight back was almost an hour early (airlines overestimate the time so their 'on time' stats are good) but by the time I got back, by train, to the blue lot, that hour of grace was lost.

I'll write more about Dublin's airport...almost heaven compared to JFK.

Oh, I didn't yet mention the Van Wyck 'Expressway'--which is anything but 'express'. Two rings of hell--the Van Wyck and JFK.

Gorse and magpies

Two of the things I marvel at in Ireland are Gorse and Magpies.

Gorse is a yellow flowered shrub, not as tall as wide, that seems omnipresent in Ireland. It is along all the major roadways. I was riding to Dublin on Wednesday with an Irish nun and an academic from Austria. The academic asked what the yellow flowers were and I answered "Gorse!" before Fionnula could.

She laughed. "Jim loves gorse, Georgi," she said.

And I do.

If kudzu looked like gorse people wouldn't complain so much about it.

And then there are magpies.

I went on line to see if they lived in CT and a website called 'Connecticut Critters' listed them. But on the same page their territory was listed as only on the west coast and Texas. I know I've never seen one here. They are huge birds, related to crows and as big as our crows, but with white chests and white on their wings. The rest is black and gray.

They are as common in Ireland, it seems to me, as robins in Connecticut. They always seem to be in pairs or threes. They are very fast for such large birds. I enjoy watching them.

The Irish tell me magpies are very smart, so I looked them up as well and read a couple of articles that suggested they may be the smartest birds.

They are playful and cunning.

If you are of a certain age, you might remember Heckle and Jekyll. Two magpies that were in comic books and cartoons.

See you later

I'm off to Ireland today and since I have only a desktop computer to reach the internet, I won't be writing here through Thursday. I'll miss it and promise to bring back lots of topics from the emerald isle.

Mean time, there are over 1700 posts here!

Go back a few years and sample them....

See you soon.

math and logic and the value of questions....

There is an internet firestorm about a question on a test for a 12 year old.

Here is the question: "Bob and John had pizzas for dinner. Bob ate 6 pieces and John ate four. John ate more pizza. How is this possible?"

The answer the kid's parents put on line was this: "John had a bigger pizza."

The teacher marked it wrong and commented: "It is impossible!!!"

There are many levels about what is wrong with that.

The first thing wrong is that the 'answer' is  more important than the 'question'.

The second thing wrong is asking 'how is this possible?" when the answer was predetermined that it wasn't.

The third thing wrong is the 'answers' eliminate 'possibility'.

Questions are always more vital and alive than answers since questions open up possibilities and answers shut them down. And "possibilities" are what makes life important and shimmering and remarkable. Questions are more important than answers every time.

I came up with a few other possibilities for the question.

"Bob's slices were smaller than John's."

"John took a few of Bob's slices."

"Bob left the crusts and John ate it all."

All of those are possibilities.

The question opened up a lot of logical possibilities. The teacher's answer--"It is impossible!!!"--shut down the creation of a new reality out of nothing.

The question wasn't about math or logic. It was about 'right answers'.

Right Answers are the booby prize of life. Once you have a 'right answer' that's all you have.

But if you live into and lean into and embrace 'the question', you have a whole created universe of possibilities.

I'm as pissed off as most of the people on line about both 'asking a trick question' and 'believing there is a Right Answer.

Avoid, flee from, reject, battle against, beware of "Right Answers".

They shut down the conversation and the possibility.

Rush to, embrace, welcome, dance with, embrace "Questions".

They open up the possibility of creating a future that wouldn't have happened anyway.

Ireland

I'm going to Ireland Saturday to help with a Making a Difference workshop.

I'll have a great time and learn so much about myself and love the Irish to bits.

And I don't want to go!!!

I'm old enough to tell the truth. I hate to travel.

I love being there, but getting there isn't 'half the fun' for me. I really don't like it.

I am, now I can admit, an unrepentant 'home-body'.

If someone told me I would never sleep another night that wasn't in Cheshire I would shake their hand and thank them!

Getting to and dealing with JFK airport is a nightmare out of the fifth ring of hell for me.

And though I don't mind flying, it does take up a lot of time and put me in discomfort.

I just don't get the mystery and wonder of travel.

Our vacation each year involves getting to a beach in North Carolina and staying there!

I like 'being put' is what it comes down to. Moving around the country and the world has no mystique for me.

95 Cornwall Avenue--now that's mystery and mystique and wonder to me. Right in our house I love so much.

That's what gives me joy.

Spring in New England

After a lovely, though early, Easter, winter decided to come back to New England.

Three days ago--on the 2nd Sunday of the Easter season, it snowed. Not a lot but there had been high winds and my driving on country roads to Killingworth was like like an obstacle course, dodging tree limbs in the road. By the end of the day--after a little more snow--it seemed to be over.

Oh, no, beloved!

Monday brought another inch or two of snow and by the end of the day several hours of freezing rain and sleet.

I went out on Monday early afternoon to run some errands (getting currency for my trip to Ireland among them, picking up our taxes from the tax lady for another) When I came out of Stop and Shop it was sleeting and I had to take ice from my car before coming home. Then, with my car still warm, the onslaught continued.

This morning, getting ready to go to my clergy meeting, I walked the dog and then turned on my car's motor (of course the dog jumped in the car and then didn't want to get out!) and went in to have breakfast.

Having the car running for 20 minutes weakened the ice enough so that it only took me 10 minutes to clear it away. I cleaned Bern's truck in no time became she hadn't driven anywhere on Monday and the ice came off with the snow beneath.

And it's going to be 19 degrees tonight.

March did 'go out like a lamb'. You know how the rest goes. Old sayings get 'old' because they have some truth in them. Sure worked this year.

Welcome to Spring in New England!

79%

Bern's birthday was Saturday.

She turned 66.

When we met (in Latin class for goodness sake!) I was 17 and she was 14. We've known each other for 52 years and come September will have been married 46 of those years. I've known her 70% of her life.

I actually once figured out we've had at least 6 marriages.

The first one too young (I was 23 and she was 20) in Cambridge, MA.

The second in Morgantown--with her in NYC acting part of that.

The third in Alexandria, VA when I was in seminary and she was acting to support us in the DC area.

The fourth in Charleston, WV and New Haven when the kids were young.

The fifth in New Haven  and then Cheshire, after a brief separation.

The sixth all here in Cheshire, in an empty nest that has been empty for going on two decades.

I've grown from them all and learned more about myself and her.

But this last and longest one--well, it has been the sweetest.

I wish her devoutly many more years and hope to spend as many of them with her as I can.

High School sweethearts sometimes work out.....