The World Is Coming To Boston

Warning.  There will be a story, then I’ll summarize today’s marathon and then pictures.  If you have no interest in the prose, scroll down now.

Hi, thanks for staying.  Well, here’s the story.  I’m kind of a cheese ball about sports and I remember the exact moment when they set in.  It started with the 1984 Olympics in Los Angeles.  For some reason, this was the first Olympics I watched.  To say I became obsessed with the Olympics after this is an understatement.

But 1984 has always had a special place in my heart.  We had been in America about three years at that point but I felt this tremendous swell of pride in the nation.  The Los Angeles games showed this at its best.

There’s a three hour documentary about the 1984 Olympics called 16 Days of Glory.  The colors are a bit 80s, the soundtrack is a bit old fashioned but the sentiment remains.  Here we watch the people at their athletic peak on the world’s largest stage.

The narrator at the beginning of 16 Days of Glory says “the world is coming to Los Angeles.”

Well, today the world came to Boston.  The Boston Marathon is the best day of the year here in the fair state of Massachusetts.  There were very dire predictions about the weather but they didn’t come true, thank god.  I might have gotten a bit of a sunburn today.

Even after all of these years I still get chills when I see the timing car coming, with the eventual winner of the marathon behind it.  It reminds me of the first shot in 16 Days of Glory when the torch bearer approaches the Olympic stadium.

This year the women’s winner, Worknesh Degefa had left the field far behind by the time she got to Kenmore Square, where I was.  The men’s side was a bit more of a horse race.  Lawrence Cherono out-sprinted Lelisa Desisa at the finish line.  I saw them when they were neck and neck.

I stick around after the winners run by.  I’m constantly amazed by the number of countries I see represented and how many different abilities I also see in front of me.

It’s always a great day.  It’s the day when the world comes to Boston.

Teacher, Photographer, Giver of Hugs

That used to be my bio on Instagram.  It also says “still pronounce my R’s despite living in Boston for ten years.”  That part I’ll have to change soon because the word “habar” has come out of my mouth recently!!!!!

I recently changed it recently to “skier, photographer, giver of hugs.”  I put skier first now, because I like to brag like that!!!!

But here I’m going to focus on the giver of hugs part.  That part took the longest to develop.  For once, this wasn’t a lesson I got from skiing.  This I got when I started being a teacher and from church.  Empathy or comfort was not natural for me until I started being a teacher and I had to cope with a million emotions a day from the students.  It made me grow patience and empathy.

Well I guess skiing had a little to do with it too.  When I started going skiing, I saw a lot of adaptive skiers at the different places I went.  I remember how shocked I was the first time I saw a guy wearing a sign that said “BLIND” and he’s zigzagging down the hill.  One of the ski instructors told me the blind skiers go faster than the sighted skiers.

I remember another time seeing a skier wearing a special Olympics lanyard.  He was in line with the rest of us and he had about 50 ski tickets attached to his jacket.  There he was, the same as us, in line waiting to zoom down the mountain.  I was even envious of all of his ski tickets!!!!

What also really got my attention were the paraplegic skiers or those in the adaptive sitting skis.  Skiing has been such a psychological life line for me and I can imagine it is very much the same way for a person who has a disability.  I am always happy to see an instructor going up on a chair lift with one of those skiers.  Not only is the person on the adaptive ski getting to learn about an amazing sport but they know that the instructor is going to be there for them for the entire day.

Skiing has given me so much over the years.  Most of all, it has given me a feeling of confidence.  In the pictures below, there is one of a trail at Loon I skied.  It was very steep but I assessed it and handled it.  When I see myself handling the bumps and the steep parts of the mountain, I know I can pretty much handle everything else too.  Because life is full of black diamonds, some easier to handle than others.

I’ve heard within the past few days that Betsy “Ten Yachts” Devos, that empty hairdo in a pant suit, tried to get federal funding cut for the Special Olympics.  I’m going to leave further ridicule of her to the late night talk show hosts.  I try to stay apolitical up here.  What I will say is that it takes a really special kind of a cruel person to deprive people whose abilities are different than ours the chance to experience sports.  For a person like me who is abled and is privileged enough to go skiing, the sport has given me confidence beyond measure.  I’m more accountable and more organized, thanks to skiing.  It has made me care about my own well being and fitness level to an extent I never had before.  I can only imagine what skiing or any other sport can do or mean for a person who has been told their entire life that they will never live the life that we all take for granted.

Thanks Loon for this unbelievable season.  And I got to ride the little train!!!!!  I might be a little excited about that!!!!

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This Never Gets Old

I’m getting crazy nostalgic this year.  This is the year that marks ten years of me living in Boston.  As I write that, it seems unbelievable to me.

My initial plan when I came here was to stay a year, at the most.  I didn’t even think I’d make it the year.  I’d learn to be an English teacher and move to Paris or Rome and just live there.  Falling in love with Boston was a slow process.  The first year, I thought what is there even to do here?  The second year, the skiing thing started and it has happily continued into a crazy all consuming obsession.  I mean I don’t really need to talk about that because a lot of my entries cover that already.

Its funny because I’m almost continually here.  I never really leave, maybe for a week or two weeks at the most.  I realized that not only have I lived here longer than any other place I have lived in my life, but I’m continuously here.  I go to Vermont or New Hampshire for snow related fun but I always return.  I’ve lived in Boston longer than the total time I spent in my life in Poland, longer than the time I spent in high school and college put together and longer than I lived in Manhattan.  Crazy.

I realized too that I’ve also been in so many different buildings here.  I went to college in Albany, New York and there was a concert hall there as part of this concrete complex named after Nelson Rockefeller.  There’s also the state capitol building.  I never went into either, never had any curiosity about those places and really didn’t care about them.  Here I’ve been in the state house upwards for 100 times.  Same with almost every museum in this place.

And somehow it never gets old.  I love my weekends in Vermont, my afternoons in Coolidge Corner.  Ten years.  Is a long time.  But it can also be a good time.

Speaking of things I return to a lot, here are some pictures of Boston covered in snow.  That also never gets old:

The League of Professional Museum Goers

Here I go again.  Yesterday I visited the Museum of Fine Arts, for probably the 400th time.  I’m exaggerating, but maybe not by much.  It was a really fun afternoon with a big group of Japanese high school kids.  I took them around to see what I thought were the funnier parts of the museum, like the sculpture made out of paper cups, the painting in the American wing where all the faces are the same and a little history lesson with the portraits for the first couple presidents of the United States.  One of them even asked me what my favorite painting was in the museum.  It’s a John Singer Sargent of a lady wearing an amazing red dress, but it seems to have been moved.

Walking around though, I realized I hadn’t shot the place using my wide angle lens yet.  It was fun to do, just kind of give the place a new look.

See if you like it:

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This Persistent Vagabondage

Yeah self important title, but stay with me.  It will get good.

So its time for my annual skiing contemplation blog entry.  Scroll down for the photographic magic if you are not a fan of reading.

Good.  You decided to stay.  Well, here’s a bit of what I have been thinking about on the ski lift of late.  The first thing I thought of lately is that skiing is hugely private for me.  We leave in the middle of the night for the trips.  Getting up at 4:15am is normal.  Sometimes its 3:45am.  I get on the bus and I fall asleep IMMEDIATELY.  Then I wake up and we’re magically in Vermont, Maine or New Hampshire.  None of my friends ever see me do this and my family doesn’t either.  I don’t see anyone I know on the mountain.  Sometimes I might run into people from the ski club that I go on the trips with, but mostly I do this solitary.

Maybe this would bother some people but not me.  Skiing is my own private thing that I just do alone.  I also like the fact that I’m mostly silent for the entire day.  I like talking to the people on the lifts, especially ski patrol but sometimes its just me and my fellow skier heading up the mountain, alone in silence.  Sometimes people start conversation with me in the lodge, sometimes not.  But this silence helps me straighten out whatever I need to straighten out for the week or from a long time before.

Ah yes, the vagabondage that is included in the title.  It refers to a line from Philipe Petit, my favorite folk hero, the crazy person who swung a tight rope between the two towers of the World Trade Center.  He said that when other worlds invite us, that we must go.  That’s how I feel about skiing.  He also said that his walk between the towers was an intimate performance between him and the towers, which is also how I feel about skiing.  My persistent vagabondage, testing the laws of gravity with the waxed boards on my feet.

I’m up there hitting my own goals and milestones too.  They aren’t milestones that make sense to most people.  I skied this black six times in a straight line.  I skied it four times and I carved half of the way down.  I need to do that run again because I was turning too much.  I could go faster than I was going before.  I stayed on black until 3:45pm, the end of the ski day.  Perfecting, perfecting, perfecting.  I was talking to my mom recently about skiing and of course I used an analogy from my other favorite sport, gymnastics.  I’m more Morgan Hurd than Olga Korbut.  Morgan is the pint sized, glasses wearing, incredibly poised 17 year old who was world champion in 2017.  Her gymnastics is about perfect execution and beauty.  She’s not a daredevil like Olga Korbut.  Neither am I.  Early on, I realized its a sport about form, not speed.  Then I really fell in love.

Well, anyway, some photography here at the end.  Sorry I didn’t take more pictures.  I was too busy skiing:

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A Little Snow Changes Everything

All you need is a little snow to change everything.  Sometimes just a little thing changes everything.  Boston covered in snow is really delightful.

This was from a couple of days ago.  I had a lot of things to do but I still ran home to get my camera to go out and photograph the snow.  I love how the snow changes the city and makes it all so silent.  Its not just pretty but it changes the mood.  The night time also adds to it and makes it look kind of surrealistic.

The Boston snow globe:

The Coolest High School You Never Went To

So I wore my Patriots hat and my Gronkowski Polish for Touchdown sweatshirt.  I went skiing on Super Bowl Sunday and I didn’t watch the game.  Of course the Patriots won.  It was because of me.  I know.

Well of course not, but I feel like I played a part in it and living in Boston, it feels like we all play a part in it.  A friend asked me what it is about the Patriots that makes them so appealing.  Of course you have the QB that keeps getting better, the Gronky man child Golden retriever who reads from his own erotic fan fiction, the curmudgeon of a coach and the owner, who intentions and instincts are good but whose friends could stand to be a bit less…. orange?

But these are all characters?  What makes the Patriots so appealing?

I was not a football fan until I moved to Boston.  I could name maybe five football players and I absolutely did not care about football, even a little bit.  People would tell me when the Super Bowl was and who was playing and I couldn’t have cared less.

When I moved here, I became a Pats fan.  Slowly.  Very very very slowly.  Of course there’s Tom Brady, who everyone knows.  He’s handsome and humble and good natured.  I knew about him.  Then I got introduced to the man child, Rob Gronkowski.  I was watching an episode of Top Chef and he gets there and demands a Polish sausage because he’s Polish.  I bought my sweatshirt and I was in love.

A couple of years ago I bought a Patriots hat that I wear for the entirety of winter.  Its kind of funny because I see everyone in the city of Boston wearing the same hat or similar hats.  I realized over time that the Pats are like our high school team.  Robert Kraft is like the principal of this mythical high school and the Pats are our football team.  We all proudly wear our Pats gear because we all want to show our allegiance to our team.

This has particular resonance for me as a proud high school hater.  I wasn’t part of the popular crowd and far away from the football team and that whole thing.  But secretly I always wanted to be part of it.  I didn’t understand why I wasn’t.  Those people always looked a lot happier than me.

So now I have my high school football team, even if I graduated from high school oh well, let’s say MANY years ago.  And Tom Brady is much more attractive than the quarterback at my high school anyway!!!!!!

Our high school football team, but with more bling:

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