The Time Has Come, The Walrus Said, To Talk of Many Things:

Posted on August 22, 2021 by profkf

Let me start by saying I know all the very good and positive things that are on the horizon, and I also know “one day we’ll look back on this and it will all seem funny”. Now that we’ve established that, it’s time to find a way to try to calm my emotions.

This “farewell tour” and the long, relatively slow departure have been both a blessing and a curse. We have been so filled with and surrounded by love, caring, people and have had a few months to take it all in. I wonder if it would have been less emotional if we had not had this long time to do this, if, like getting into the ocean, it would have been easier to simply jump into the waves without too much thought? I know that when things are settled, however long that takes, and I’m writing from a new location, I will likely be incredibly thankful (as I am now) for the long, slow, exit tour.

Today, even though I have almost a full day tomorrow, it seems like the end. Granted, I didn’t sleep much last night (storm worries, lots and I mean LOTS of wine just sitting alone in the house (surrounded by boxes), listening to music and thinking. Today was the final Fred radio show from this house and from my ratty old leather recliner that is not coming with us, and accompanying bloodys, (though I only had 1 and 1/2 and that last 1/2 remains at this writing, unfinished). I wish I was a song writer because these last 19+ years deserve an epic song along the lines of Layla, Thick as a Brick, the live version of Nantucket Sleighride, or some such. I know what I want to say and I know what I feel, but I can’t seem to find the prose to do it justice, so perhaps, with apologies to Bob Baisley from CSHS over 50 years ago, I’ll simply go to stream of consciousness for the rest of this.

May of 2002: Sue moves into 195 West Rocks Road right after we close, I follow along in late June after Drew graduates from Trumbull high. It was exciting, busy but exciting. It was the start of what I hoped would be a new volume filled with love, laughs and adventures…It was ALL of that and more…

Trips I never thought I’d ever take, cats I never thought I’d ever like (I more than liked them..well two of the three anyway….Satchmo was Sue’s and he was a one person cat, but Molly and Handsome were both of ours and converted me by just being). Kacey the dog, always full of seizures, eventually left us pretty early on and it was almost 8 years more before Abbey THE dog came along (it took me that long to say yes)…now she’s nuts, and annoying, but a total love bug (for us). Hawaii, Napa, (multiple times each) Tuscany, day trips, week long trips, escaping the winter for a week each year to Vero Beach, returning much to my dismay to the cold (something that is one of those positive new changes…no more shoveling, ice, etc). Parties in the house, on the screen porch, a keg party and beer pong with 100 White Castle burgers on the back deck. Christmas Eve and Christmas Day traditions sometimes with family sometimes with family and friends, sometimes just us. None of this will change other than the fact that we will not be surrounded daily by the same group, but all of that is not going away…just “moving”

Impossible to describe pain, two canes, lots of vicodin and oxycontin, ultimately leading to hip replacements which both subsequently needed to be revised as they both ended up popping. Final acceptance that, as I approached 400 lbs on a 5’6″ frame I needed to do something and went the sleeve route very, very successfully and even I’m not at my lowest ever I’m still well, well below where I was, and all my physical markers are great (have not had sleep apnea and needed to use the annoying CPAP machine since the sleeve in 2015).

As annoying as the Covid mess has been, Sue and I have had this fabulously comfortable place to ride it out in safely. That said, this home, built in 1900, needs a lot more work than two retired teachers can afford to do, so it was largely financially motivated to call it a day here. The costs in SC are so much lower that it should allow us to visit often and for extended periods and it’s really not THAT far away…especially if we do it without Abbey THE dog and take a night or two along the way to pull up. Always hoped I’d hit Powerball for just enough to pay the house off totally and have enough left to properly fix it up and add things we wanted…then we could have stayed easily….and wintered in the warmth….however, was not to be. So we will take our memories with us, keep our fingers crossed for a long healthy run filled with making new memories and adding to old ones…

I’ll end with this and I will try to smile as I push publish because I’m simply out of thoughts:

Do not cry because they are past!
Smile, because they once were!

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Across the Great Divide….

Posted on August 22, 2021 by profkf

Thinking of Nanci Griffith tonight…and a LOT of other things…

“I’ve been walkin’ in my sleep
Countin’ troubles ‘stead of countin’ sheep
Where the years went I can’t say
I just turned around and they’ve gone away

I’ve been siftin’ through the layers
Of dusty books and faded papers
They tell a story I used to know
And it was one that happened so long agoI

It’s gone away in yesterday
Now I find myself on the mountainside
Where the rivers change direction
Across the Great Divide”

I could not think of a better set of lyrics to give a feel for how I feel tonight. Tonight is the culmination of the Kevin “farewell tour”. Both Sue and I have been spending a ton of time with amazing people the last two weeks. The time has flown and tonight we had the chance to sit and sip and joke and laugh and cry with Amy, Dan, Laura, Tracy, and Tori. If there was such a thing as the “inner circle” this would be it.

I have been the LUCKIEST person on this planet the past 20+ years to have worked with, cried with, laughed with these folks. While I know that this is not the end, it is the closing of a long, long set of volumes that will put distance between what we know at the moment. There will be no impromptu dinners at Rowayton Seafood, drinks at the dock, happy hours/brunch at Rory’s, King Crab legs at SoNo Seaport, “dressy dinners” at Union League Cafe, and on and on and on….

Yes, it’s simply a new chapter, I know that, but tonight my heart and my soul are empty and broken. I will miss these folks and their touch and their hugs and their smiles.

While I know this is true, it’s still raw….it’s a simple Dr. Seuss line: “Don’t cry because it’s over. Smile because it happened”

I will always treasure that “it happened” but for the moment I will spend the night crying.

I love you all!!!

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Stars

Posted on August 14, 2021 by profkf

There are some losses you simply cannot get past. Most of them are “friends” I’ve never known but have been part of my life for a very long time.

Dan Fogelberg, who today, would have turned 70 is one of those people. I never met him, but his music has been and still is, an integral part of my life. I think the fact that we would have been basically the same age (he was born a year and a day earlier than I was) has something to do with that. His legacy is one that will continue long past his passing (in 2007) and as mortality continues to haunt me for many reasons [Silvio, Sue’s Dad among others in the recent past] today is simply hollow.

As I was feeling sad about that, I read a quick blurb that Nanci Griffith passed today at 68, one year younger than I will be tomorrow. Her music, specifically her Flyer album, helped me through many, many uncomfortable nights during a very painful time in my life. She was not very widely known on FM radio (though it was thanks to Vin Scelsa that I heard her the first time on his NEW-FM show) but to listen to her is to love her.

One of my favorites from that album will be my memory of her tonight if you get a chance give it a listen, the song is Southbound Train here is an appropriate close to this evening’s piece

“Some things I know
Some things I guess
Some things I wish that I could learn
To express
Like the way that I feel
As I stare at the sky
And I remember your voice
And the sound, of goodbye“

And I do remember your voice and it pains me to say goodbye…rest well Ms. Griffith, perhaps you are now singing with Dan, John Prine, Warren Zevon and with accompaniment from Clarence.

My heart is on the baggage rack
It’s heavy as can be, I wish that I could find someone
Who would carry it for me
Just to pay it some attention
And to handle it with care
Because it has been dropped
And is in need of some repair

Nanci Griffith: July 16, 1953-August 13 2021

Dan Fogelberg: August 13 1951- Dec 16 2007 “and where do you go when you get to the end of your dream”

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Every new beginning comes from some other beginning’s end

Posted on August 12, 2021 by profkf

The end of May 2002, we closed on this home in Norwalk and began a life together, it was a brand new beginning. It has been an incredible ride. Politicians always seem to ask the question “are you better off now than you were?” The answer for me to that question as it pertains to the past 19 years is a loud, resounding YES!

I have enjoyed each and every moment, even the tough ones. I smile more, I laugh more, I am surrounded by a circle of very, very good folks. I’ve spent these past years doing something that has been a gift each day. This home has been a refuge, a place of joy and comfort in the worst of times. I am lucky to be married to someone who constantly expects the best out of me and who has worked tirelessly to bring that best out in me. I hope it shows even a little bit.

Today we spent the afternoon having lunch with Jennifer, Sue’s dad’s caregiver and companion for the past 4 years, right up until his passing. We laughed and shared stories remembering the “Earl of Haddam” as he liked to be known. It was another edition of “closing time” it felt good but it also has me having a very hard time tonight.

There have been so many versions of goodbyes and there will be more over the next 10 or so days, they are all good and all reminders of the love and caring that surrounds us. That said, I’m really having a hard time tonight, not doubting anything (wouldn’t matter if I did, the train is already on the tracks and the coal is firing and it will move along regardless). I just think some days are harder to process than others.

Guess that’s all I have to say today, just needed to give it voice.

It’s getting time to fire up the band and start singing the chorus…not just yet but soon…

“Closing time, one last call for alcohol
So, finish your whiskey or beer
Closing time, you don’t have to go home
But you can’t stay here“

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The Night Before…The Morning After

Posted on August 8, 2021 by profkf

As all three of you who read this periodically know, Sue and I are about to embark on a new journey, in two short weeks, I will be leaving with Drew (my son) and Abbey THE dog to drive to Bluffton, SC. Sue will remain and supervise the “clean out”, ie, the movers, the remaining items to be taken away to the “transfer station” (was called the dump forever) and then follow down a few days later. We close on the new place that Friday and immediately items will be delivered, installed and the new chapter begins (and Abbey THE dog will see her new home and be totally confused for a long time).

Last night, the amazing Tori Witte, Sue’s friend since grade 2 in Old Greenwich, CT, put on an incredible “going away” gathering at her home for us. We were surrounded by friends who have become, over the past many, many years, family. There were laughs, tears, enough food to support a small country and lots of drinks. I, interestingly, stuck to plain tonic water and seltzer. I really wanted to experience all that was there, to engage with and interact with all the amazing people who took time out of their busy lives to say à bientôt as we get ready to uproot. I chose that particular word instead of good bye or so long or the like because I am hopeful that the new journey will be marked by not only new friends (we know not one single soul where we are headed) but by frequent gatherings with the friends and family we have become so very close to both individually and as a couple these past years.

When we arrived home, I was unable to sleep as I didn’t want the moments or the feelings to pass, eventually, I did head to bed, after the one glass of wine I nursed while watching some late night Olympic coverage and this morning I am still smiling and tearing up thinking about all of the wonderful folks who took time out of their lives to wish us well.

Tori the ultimate host: Torrificus was a moniker I gave her over two decades ago and it is more apropos today than ever before.

Krista who baked a cake that looked like a real suitcase, so real, that no one wanted to cut into it, Brian who had to carry it up a very, very steep driveway.

Brian and Wayne (one of two complete surprises) all the way from New Hampshire, Art even further from California (and the other complete surprise)

Ashley and Dan making the trek from Rockland County, Kim who gifted us with an platter that she had everyone sign.

Amy and Dan, who bought a house very near us 4+ years ago and who we have been friends with even longer.

Pat and Gary Rosen who have been friends back from the beginning at GHS.

Linda who came even as her wife, Robin was unable due to a sad event she was attending.

Nelle, another of Sue’s OG friends (and an original OG), and Michael who helped Nelle out by being the driver 🙂

Laura and Tracy: Friends, sisters, confidantes….

There was even a Mighty Max “drive by” 🙂

We missed a number of other folks who were unable to make it due to schedules and life simply getting in the way: Drew, Vicki, Kate, Jon, Mara, Maeve, Ryleigh, Ellie, Jill, Mark, Robert, Patti, Adam, Holly…we will see you along the road but still felt the love from afar.

In closing there are really no words or phrases that would appropriately convey how both of us feel about all of you. Our wish is that you visit early and often and really take to heart that we have a lot of room and an open door at all times.

Thank you for the love, the kindness, the friendship, the laughs, the tears, the wine, the food, the hugs, the support and anything I missed…..

à bientôt: not goodbye, not so long, just another version of “see you soon”

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A Moment in Time

Posted on July 29, 2021 by profkf

When I left Greenwich High School in 2004 to teach at Weston High, it was both scary and exciting. Change, as I am going through right now, with this massive relocation, always scary. I had to meet new people in an environment that I knew nothing about. There were some people that immediately made you feel at home and continued to make a very fun job even more fun. It was always about making connections with the kids and over the years there were a number of solid connections. Jimmy Sanzone was at the top of that list. His smile lit up the room his laugh was contagious. When I retired from WHS in 2012, he kidded with me as I was leaving that both he and I were graduating in the same year.

A couple of years after I left WHS he reached out via social media and asked if I’d be interested meeting up with both he and Eric Weeks (another great young man), I immediately said yes, and about a week or two later we met at a Starbucks and shared stories and laughter. Somewhere I have a picture of the three of us, me about 1/2 foot shorter than both of them, in the middle, me, before my bariatric surgery, close to 400 lbs. I have tried to find it on various places and can’t seem to at the moment.

We parted ways and agreed to repeat the meet up. We stayed in touch periodically on social media, though not a lot.

Yesterday, while I was home alone scrolling through various posts, Jimmy was tagged in a few and my first thought was “damn it, I missed wishing him a happy birthday” as I figured that was the point of the posts. Then I read the posts and after one or two it became clear why there were so many. Jimmy suddenly, and inexplicably, passed away. That’s all I know at this writing.

The sadness of someone so incredibly full of life to suddenly be gone lowered a shade of sadness that I am just now beginning to lift up. We were not close, but we were friends. It is not my loss, it is the universe’s loss and his family’s loss. And it is just another reminder that we are promised nothing, not another day, not another minute. Carpe Diem folks…a hard lesson but one that I think Jimmy would be happy to remind you of.

I’ll finish with the lyrics that came to mind when I finished reading, courtesy of Beth Nielsen Chapman:

“All alone, I didn’t like the feeling
All alone, I sat and cried
All alone, I had to find some meaning
In the center of the pain I felt inside”

Rest well, Jimmy Sanzone, the world is a much darker place today!

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A True Symphony

Posted on July 12, 2021 by profkf

I took a very long walk along the ocean this afternoon. It’s a grey day and not a day to sit by the beach and get some sun (there is none today) but that doesn’t prevent spending the day at my church.

Walking along a number of thoughts hit me: First that the beach and the ocean make no class distinctions, no gender distinctions, no race distinctions, no religious belief distinctions, all are welcome and all are treated the same. Second thought that follows that up, people in bathing suits, board shorts, coverups, all kinds of beach attire all look basically the same and all are spending time together without much friction. People tend to be very polite on the beach and even more so in the water itself, [yes there are always some jerks, but it seems like there are far fewer of them by the ocean]. Third, the music…the waves create an ever changing symphony and there is no conductor. The ocean is always in tune, and the various crescendos are always followed by small quiet lulls, always ethereal, never the same.

There is a soul cleansing aura that is present when being by the ocean. There is inclusion, there is serenity, there is fury but that fury is not directed at anyone it simply is. It is a majestic place and one that I honestly hope never loses its wonder for me.

There’s a great quote from Frosty Hesson it will be a fitting coda: We all come from the sea, but we are not all of the sea. Those of us who are, we children of the tides, must return to it again and again, until the day we don’t come back leaving only that which was touched along the way.

That was for you Burt!

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A Question of Balance

Posted on July 5, 2021 by profkf

Mortality, timeline, years, days of future passed, slow below the surface, carpe diem. I’m floundering dealing with all of these things.

This has been a time period unlike any I can recall. Life brings loss, that’s part of the game, but never before have I dealt with so much loss in what seems like so short a time. Family and friends, and family of friends no one seems to have been spared this time. It seems as if each day I get notification of another passing. I guess the positive, selfish, personal way to look at it is that while I’m getting these notifications and messages, I’m on the “right side” of the notices. That does not lessen the sense of loss, nor does it, in any way, ease the reality that with each passing day, week, month, year, I’m closer to being on the “wrong side” of those notices, closer to being the subject instead of the recipient of said notices.

Add to this the cataclysmic life and location changes about to occur and it seems like there is no respite. I can’t seem to shut down, I can’t seem to remove myself from said thoughts. I try to distract myself, but even that is very short lived (no pun intended there) and before too long the reality of mortality leaps to the forefront yet again.

Sometimes solitude and silence are calming, sometimes they are terrifying. Laughter, music, friends, gatherings are all helpful, yet there are times where I want nothing to do with any of it. Box checking for the upcoming move is both exciting and tear inducing. Change is good, stagnation is terrible, I know that, but then the fact of the position on the timeline brings forward the thought “why?? what good will it do??”

I find myself simultaneously looking to socialize as much as possible, but also feeling far less social and much less conversational and gregarious.

I guess the good news is I’m aware of how I feel, I will break said cycle and I am confident things will be incredibly joyful and full of adventure before too long. I just hope that shift comes sooner….

Closing this tome, as usual, with some apropos song lyrics….

“Those voices you’re hearing
Are never worth fearing
They’re only inside you
They’ll tempt you and taunt you
They’ll help you and haunt you
But don’t try to hide.

Sometimes the sun will be
Right at your shoulder
Helping you keep your stride“

“You’re running so fast
That you can’t find the past
And your future is wearing thin
Come from behind
It’s a matter of time
‘Til you see where you’ve always been
Oh, I think you should know
You’ve got to go slow
Below the surface
And easy through the waves“

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Goodbye My Friend

Posted on June 28, 2021 by profkf

“Oh we never know where life will take us
I know it’s just a ride on the wheel.
And we never know when death will shake us
And we wonder how it will feel…”

In July of 2015, I took the gigantic leap and after most of 6 decades of being corpulent (a few years back in my late teens where I was swimming and body surfing every day were the exception) had sleeve surgery with the hopes of starting life anew. I was inspired by a friend who had done it. I met with Dr. Neil Floch who patiently answered all my questions and explained the process and what to expect and so the die was cast. The preparation sucked, but the surgery was seamless and the long term result now, 6 years later, has been remarkable. No more sleep apnea, no more medical worries (outside, of course, of age). Exercise, activity, energy and joy all at the top of the list.

A very special by product of the association with Neil was the opportunity I was offered to contribute to the newsletter the practice produces. That offer came from another very special gentleman, Burton Zaretsky who I found out later was Neil’s father in law.

Our association began with a monthly request for a piece, sometimes with a theme sometimes simply free wheeling. We were in contact more frequently as the years went on and I began to send him links to this very blog. He was constantly complementary and more than that encouraging. It is largely because of him that I have continued this exercise, there is not a time where I sit down to write that I don’t think of what he might think about it.

Through the Covid lockdown we exchanged frequent emails about all kinds of things, this in addition to articles and blog posts. We could not be more different in terms of political views yet we shared the ability to engage each other with thoughts and conversation devoid of judgement, just a refreshing exchange of ideas between a couple of old guys. We shared our love of music (again far different tastes but music is music), the ocean (both of us having spent many formative years on Long Island) and were both terribly excited about the prospect of the vaccine to help end the “mess” as we both frequently referred to it. Around the time I received my second dose in February, we began to plan a celebratory steak dinner (another common love) when he was fully vaxed and things would hopefully “open up” again.

A couple of weeks ago I sent him an email with my latest blog post and I didn’t hear from him. My experience was that he would reply almost immediately. Then last week I sent him another and was waiting for the latest article request. I had told him two months ago that we we had sold our home and were planning a move to Bluffton, SC and that things were emotionally at a low ebb due to the recent loss of my father-in-law and the dramatic changes in our lives, so I thought he might simply be giving me a lot of space.

When another week went by I reached out to Neil and while waiting for a reply went down the rabbit hole of googling his name….and there it was….a notice from a place in Long Island about his passing.

Just like that.

Neil did reply and filled me in and the sadness set in. Keep in mind that we have only met in person two or three times and those were for scant minutes, that said, there was a gentle quality to Burt’s spirit that somehow made me feel that we had been friends for a very long time.

There are people you come into contact with who leave a profound positive impression on your. Burt was one of those very special people…While I will miss my friend, I will never forget him and will strive not to disappoint him with anything I write moving forward.

“Life’s so fragile and love’s so pure
We can’t hold on but we try
We watch how quickly it disappears
And we never know why

But I’m ok now
Goodbye my friend“

[song lyrics courtesy of Karla Bonoff]

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Sometimes there is a place that for no particular reason continues to attract and resonate with you

Posted on June 23, 2021 by profkf

When I finished my undergrad degree and had no clue what I was going to do, I took some time off and dipped my toe into the teaching pond after a few months. It was fun (didn’t pay much then still kinda doesn’t). My first job was a fill in at a small Catholic elementary school in the Bronx. Our Lady of Mercy, 6th grade class, the annual salary for the position was $6900 per year, of which I received 1/2 since I didn’t start till the second semester. The after tax “take home” was approximately $112 (we did get paid weekly back then)…$112 for a very long day with 6th grade kids on the fringe of the South Bronx….and yet it was fun…

In the fall I was offered a full time position at St. Nicholas of Tolentine HS, also in the Bronx for the massive raise to an annual salary of $7700 per year. The problem was that while I was having fun an toying with doing this as a job for at least a while, my undergrad degree was a BS in Mathematics (I had turned down an offer from the NSA, which financially was a major error, but it was 1974 when they made that offer, I was still wearing my hair (yes I had a lot) long and was completely put off by the secrecy and the vibe at Fort Meade, MD where the NSA was at the time (and maybe still is). I was not certified to be a public school teacher so the parochial/private sector was my only foot into the opening door.

When I accepted the job at Tolentine, I thought it a good idea to work to get certified and a friend from my undergrad days at Manhattan College pointed me to a program he was involved in…the MAT program at Colgate University where you would not only get your Master’s Degree but would also get your NYS Certification for 7-12 Mathematics teaching.

I drove up, met with an incredible gentleman, Ray Howes, and decided to do the program when he told me I could do the residential part in the summers and he would allow me to do a significant part from home, he even offered to come and see me teach at Tolentine, which would satisfy the student teaching part of the certification. [As a gentle rural based man, he was almost terrified when he made his VERY occasional trips to the Bronx during the one semester to observe]

After I was “excessed” at Tolentine since the asst. principal wanted to go back to teaching and I was the last math person in the pool, (she was free, I was costing them $7700 is how it was explained to me) I took a year off from the MAT program [teaching positions were few and far between back then even for Math folks] and did a gut wrenching 18 months on Wall Street as an operations analyst. Finally I was able to get another teaching gig and was able to finish the Colgate program in the subsequent summers (class of ’78).

It’s hard to describe Hamilton, NY if you’ve not been there. It’s a university town in what the urban-suburban folks like me would refer to as the middle of nowhere. Yet is it incredibly placid, and unbelievably beautiful. I was young, before children, and enjoyed playing golf and their course at Seven Oaks was (and is) spectacular. As an student the cost was $5 per round and I played a lot while there during the summers I was there.

I met some folks who I am still friends with today and zoom ahead to 1981 when I started in Greenwich, one of those folks, also a Colgate alum (both undergrad and MAT) was teaching in Greenwich also and had been there for 3 years prior. He and I played racquetball and shared more than a few beers (Utica Club, Labatt’s from Canada, .50 Heineken night at Hickey’s) while there and I was delighted to reconnect. He also loves golf and we played frequently in the summers while also teaching summer school in Greenwich to supplement the income since we both had young families.

Life sometimes provides a serious intermission in things and we went different ways for about 20 years, reconnecting seriously in 2004 when he convinced me to take a position in the district he was now working in (and was about to become the dept. chair). THAT is a story for another time….but what it did was reconnect us on the golf trips. A few years in he suggested we take a trip up to Seven Oaks…and we did. It was as pleasant an experience as I remembered (memories sometimes do not equate to reality but this did) and that became an annual one day 10 hour round trip up for a round of golf and lots of conversation in the car.

In the past couple of years, we have turned it into an overnight trip with the goal of getting 3 rounds in (yes, even last year during the Covid summer lull we managed to do that)

We just did it the other day, and it was as wonderful and peaceful as I remembered. I have been having a very tough time processing retirement and the upheaval that will happen with the selling of the house and the move to South Carolina (gotta read some earlier recent posts and it will fill you in on that) THIS was just what the doctor would have prescribed…I played really well, we had a great time, lots of laughs, a few beers, (me a couple of martinis) and met as we were sitting a the bar after dinner, a relative of Charles Adams (yup THAT Charles Adams) and she told us that she and her husband had, two years earlier, bought the house the Charles owned in, of all places, Hamilton, NY and used as the inspiration for the Addams family house in his drawings (and subsequent TV show)

This is the house today that she and her husband invited us to swing by to see (that story alone of how they came to purchase it would make this writing far longer than it even is now)

I am now back home and feel sooo much more at ease with the coming events. Hamilton, NY, Colgate University and Seven Oaks Golf Club will all always have a special place in my heart, I hope to keep this annual tradition going even from SC….Some places are just magic. This is one…

I’ll close with a pix of the scorecard of the round yesterday morning….something I’m very proud of.

6-22-21
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