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Father’s Day Weekend


I’ve fallen behind on blogging in recent days partly because of a busy 72 hours from Thursday night to Sunday night. Here’s what happened.

Joel flew in from Boston Thursday night. JetBlue has shifted their Boston-to-Seattle evening flight from a 6:15 or 6:30 departure to an 8:45 departure, and the bad weather in the northeast Thursday delayed its departure, so he landed after 12:30 Friday morning. We got home after 1:15, got some sleep, got up, and headed to Vancouver Friday morning. (Gail and I did, that is.) I had a meeting at the University of British Columbia Friday afternoon, an accompanying dinner on campus that evening, and a continuation of the meeting on Saturday morning. Gail dropped me on campus just minutes before the meeting started, then headed downtown to our hotel.

The afternoon meeting ended early, so I had some time to kill on campus, and I immediately headed over to one of my favorite museums, UBC’s Museum of Anthropology. The building is as stunning as the collection, and the setting is icing on the cake. It was designed by the great Vancouver architect Arthur Erickson, who died last month. (See the NYT obituary here.) I first visited in the summer of 1975, when I was traveling in the western US and Canada with my sister. When we arrived in Seattle, we were met by my college classmate Karen, who had moved out here immediately after graduation. We stayed with her and her parents down in Tacoma, visited Mount Rainier, saw the University of Washington and parts of Seattle. and then she decided to join us for our next two stops, Victoria and Vancouver. We took the ferry from Victoria through the Gulf Islands, arrived in Vancouver in beautiful weather, and couldn’t believe how gorgeous the setting was, with the views across Burrard Inlet north to the mountains. One enters the Museum of Anthropology from the south, heading north to a space that keeps enlarging, as the height of the roof increases to accommodate tall totem poles, with windows facing north to those mountains. I can’t reproduce how I felt the first time I entered that space. I’ve been there too many times since. The awe is slowly fading. But it’s still the place on campus I race over to whenever I have a few minutes.

Well, it’s not my intent to detail all I did during the three days. I’ll just say a little more, by way of explaining our busy-ness. Gail drove back out to the UBC campus to join us for the meeting dinner and great conversation. (One of our tablemates had come up that day from Stanford, to which he had just returned from Paris via a hastily-scheduled stop in DC to attend Obama’s announcement last week of the bank regulation plan. He was one of a group of economists invited to join Obama and his economic team for the announcement and dinner. We got to hear a little about the event.) Saturday I returned to campus for the meeting, but left before lunch, missing the lunchtime presentation the Stanford economist was to make to us on banking. I re-joined Gail, we checked out of the Fairmont Hotel Vancouver, and had a buffet lunch at Salam Bombay, an Indian restaurant just across Burrard Street from the hotel. Then we began a painfully long journey home, over 4 hours, with the usual traffic getting out of Vancouver, a long delay at the border, and still more traffic in Seattle. We were home barely in time to change and head out for a friend’s milestone birthday party at her home.

Sunday, of course, was US Open golf day. Seven years ago, the first time the Open was at the Bethpage Black course on Long Island, we were there too, attending two practice days and all four tournament days. The first days were hot and muggy, but then it turned cold and rainy. Following a golf tournament is amazingly hard work, walking miles in the heat and the mud, fighting crowds, eating lousy food, never really knowing what’s going on around the course, having just one’s local view of events. But it’s great fun too. Usually. Maybe not this year, from what we could see on TV. The weather was so miserable, especially Thursday, the day Joel flew home from Boston, when golfers could play for only three hours. And Sunday the start of play was put off until noon EDT, by which point they were a full day behind. They played round three then started round four. The upshot was that here in Seattle, the golf lasted from 9AM to 5PM. That made for a full day. By the time it ended, we hadn’t shopped for food or prepared for Father’s Day. We just went out.

And there was more golf yesterday. We got up to watch at 6:45 AM. But at 8:30 we were interrupted by the arrival of movers, here to take away some furniture and boxes that were stored in a room we’re re-doing as part of our on-going remodel. The golf on Sunday had kept us from preparing properly, so we spent the next 3 hours scrambling to organize things to have taken away. We didn’t get to see the dramatic close of the Open, keeping up with it only through intermittent reports from Joel. Good thing he’s home.

So that’s that. Too busy to blog.

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