Neighbors on the Move

Chris and I knew this weekend was coming when the For Sale sign went up in the yard next door a couple of months ago.

Our neighbors--who have been the most awesome neighbors in the world, are on the move. We have been talking to them about the process and the considerations regarding moving and the start of the school year. It is hard to relocate.

We have been there--during my Air Force career we moved more times than we care to remember. No move is easy--whether across the street or around the world. But as we have been stable for the past almost 14 years, we are finding that it is hard to be the ones left behind as well. 

Great neighbors are a blessing and they are hard to find. Unfortunately, much like our family, we don't usually get to pick our neighbors. 

And so as our neighbors depart to continue their lives in a new location, we wish them the very best as they relocate.  We will miss them. 

Soon, we will have new neighbors to meet. 

We wonder what they will be like.

-- Bob Doan, Elkridge, MD

Under the Cat's Paw

Riordin with Florence

We have been watching our daughter's Italian Greyhound, Florence, for the past week while she and the boys enjoy the final week of summer vacation at the beach. 

People always are amazed at how well our cats and dog get along--they are all members of the same pack, it seems. Well, now it is clear that Florence has made her way into the pack as a full member--as long as she understands that Riordin is the alpha male.

I caught them on the sofa this morning, relaxing together with Riordin keeping Florence under his paw.

It was just cute. And they were both very comfortable. 

It is gonna be a great day, I can tell.

-- Bob Doan, Elkridge, MD

Cruising into the Weekend

Friday has arrived--for some it is the happiest day of the workweek, although, for me is is one of the busiest days as I try to finish all of the projects that I planned to accomplish. I often work later on Fridays than other days simply because so many others depart early to get a start on the weekend and in the quiet of the office I can finally turn my attention to he really important projects that have been languishing in my "to do" pile all week.

My Golf Team with two additions for Good Luck
Mike Kasel, Mike Haslup, Chris Doan, Me,
Jodie Meyers, Jeremy Doan

This has been a different week. I began the week, on Sunday, playing in my first ever golf tournament, the Troy Whittemore Classic,  and I have not been able to play racquetball--which I dearly hope changes next week and that I can get back onto the court.

Chris's summer vacation ended as she returned to work and that has added stress to life with the changing schedules. She will get into a groove soon, but probably not next week as the kids return. 

I remember those first day of the school year days. There was excitement and trepidation and sadness. Excitement about seeing friends with whom I had lost contact with over the summer. Trepidation about the start of a new school year and the stress and learning that accompanied it. And then there was profound sadness that summer vacation had ended. I loved summer and summer vacation was the best. 

Summer is not over--I keep having to remind myself of that. Fortunately, August has turned up the heat a bit and reminded me of that with a bit of humidity to accompany the incessant rains we seem to be experiencing. 

Enjoy the day and the weekend. For those of us who work M-F, it is time for a Happy Hour to celebrate the arrival of the weekend with good friends!

-- Bob Doan, Elkridge, MD

Barbarism, Anarchy, and B-52's

James Foley

I was mesmerized by the news reporting about the barbaric execution of the American reporter, James Foley, at the hands of an ISIL murderer.

I watched President Obama's short address on Wednesday and wished he would have gone further in his remarks. If I were President for a day, and it is a good thing that I am not, my remarks would have been radically different. I would have said something like: you have spilled American blood in your lawless and barbaric march across the Levant, you have warned us not to get involved, but the brutal execution of this innocent American has done just the opposite. Do not believe that you can ever sleep restfully again--we will find you and hunt you down like the lawless dogs that you are. You will not be brought to justice on this planet--but you will stand before the God of creation to atone for your sins and we are going to arrange for and hasten the time of that meeting with every capability that we have.

I highly recommend reading the blog, When do you give the Terrorists Exactly What they Want? 

The writer of the blog, CDR Salamander, sums up my feelings pretty well with the following thoughts:

The tactical killing by drone, single drops of bombs, etc are good and important too - but we need to make a strategic statement.  

Two things that we can do quickly. 

1. Used to great effect in both of our Iraqi conflicts based on their superb use in Vietnam: B-52 carpet bombing. 
2. A few MOAB will do nicely as well.

MOAB, for those who don't remember is the Mother of All Bombs, one of the biggest conventional bombs ever used in combat.

And the video at the end of the CRD Salamander's blog about the best jet bomber ever produced is especially nice. A few long sticks of bombs dropped on a whole lot of terrorists should put a dent in their army and its will to fight. 

The only people with class in this entire mess are James Foley's parents. Their interview is a study in class, support, shock, grief, and the indomitable American spirit. 

I wrote last week in my blog titled Medieval Thinking and Modern Weapons about the barbarism of ISIL and the events of this week only confirm my feelings. The freedom of not only the region, but perhaps the entire world is at stake and we cannot sit idly by and wait for them to come and get us.

The time for talking and pacifying terrorists is over. It is time to use the technology and the capabilities that we have to defend the region and ourselves. The alliance forming in the region could become far stronger than the one the defeated Saddam and was arrayed against the Taliban. We have a real ally in the Kurds and joined with the Turks, Saudis, Iraqis, Jordanians, the UK, and even the Iranians--barbarism can be defeated and stability, potentially, can be installed in this region!

In the meantime, we should pray for the Foley's and their entire family and friends. We should also pray for the other innocent people in the region that they may be spared and protected from the lawlessness. And we should pray for the members of the United States military who are and will be called upon to deliver our answer to the challenge.

-- Bob Doan, Elkridge, MD

Anti-Harassment Harassment

True story--I felt like I was harassed yesterday.

Unbelievably, it was as I was both entering and leaving the cafeteria at work in search of lunch. 

There, at the entrances (or exits, depending upon your perspective at the time) were people pushing information for the anti-harassment campaign. And they harassed me!  The got in my way and attempted to give me free information. But I was better than they were--I avoided direct contact and successfully obtained the food that I desired.

I am all about working in a harassment free environment. Furthermore, I don't like drama at work. Ugh! Drama is the worst. It happens occasionally because it is a natural by-product of people working closely together. Drama can be handled.

But let's not block the entrances to the cafeteria with people pushing information about harassment--I felt harassed. I just want to get some food and get back to work.

-- Bob Doan, Elkridge, MD

A Domain of my Own

Many of my faithful readers may have noticed that my blog has a new address.

Yup.

For Father's Day, Patrick purchased abobslife.com and I finally got it fully integrated with my blog over the weekend. So instead of http://rjdoan.blogspot.com, you will now see http://www.abobslife.com when you connect to my blog.

My blog hasn't moved--everything is still there, except I finally got the DNS servers to recognize the alias. So don't be alarmed. The change was transparent to the user.

Yay--I have my own domain name. Like Pinocchio said, "I'm a real boy."

Thanks Patrick. One of the greatest Father's Day presents yet. I'm sorry it took so long to get everything hooked up and working.

-- Bob Doan, Elkridge, MD

Clams, Beer, and Weekend

It is fun that families come together around the barbecue.

Over the weekend, while we were suffering through a cold weekend in upstate NY, we gathered around the "barbie" for some great food and conversation. 

The clams were spectacular--I haven't had clams in many years and these were very special. But what was even more important was the conversation, the memories, and the connections between people that were made as a result of gathering to share a meal and memories.

Perhaps it is the gathering and the sharing that defines family. We were blessed that people gathered from multiple States to share the weekend. 

And yes--there was some beer, too. 

And there was a lot of meat--I forgot to take an image of the ribs and chicken that found their way onto the table.

But it was the gathering, the memories, the laughter, and the sharing that made the evening and the weekend.

Times like these are special and deserve to be remembered.

-- Bob Doan, Elkridge, MD

Monday Musings - August 18, 2014

Trumansburg Gold Course
One of the Holes

1. I played my first ever complete, 18 hole, round of golf yesterday. I was surprised that it took all day.

2. I took the Ice Bucket Challenge and was in one of the 1.2 million videos shared on Facebook. 

3. I felt that the Troy Whittemore Classic was a huge success. I only wish that I had won the Dustin Brown signed Team USA Jersey. 

4. There are 40 games left for the Orioles in this baseball season. I cannot believe how quickly the summer is winding down. 

5. Frustration is defined as driving at highway speed nearing your destination at the end of a five-hour trip only to become ensnarled in a construction zone traffic jam for 30 minutes. Each minute seems just that much longer trapped in traffic and once the road opens again all I can think about is that I could have been home by now.

6. Summer vacation is ending in many places and the kids are heading off to school. Drive carefully.

7. I felt like Dorothy in the Wizard of Oz last night when I walked through the door of my house: "There's no place like home."

-- Bob Doan, Elkridge, MD

Gulf or Golf: My First Tournament

I'm playing in a golf tournament today. Yup, me! I'm not even sure I know which end of the club to use when addressing the ball.

Would that be, "Mr Ball?"

I am very good at gulf sports--like Persian Gulf, Gulf of Mexico, and Gulf of California.

Golf, on the other hand is something I have only infrequently attempted with far from satisfactory results.

Today, I am playing for a cause. I will be taking the course with many of my family and friends and a lot of other people that I do nor know to play in the Troy Whittemore Classic at the Trumansburg Golf Course. Troy was my nephew and the tournament is to benefit the scholarship fund established in his memory. Even a local radio station, WHCU,  is helping to spread the word and the tournament director told me last evening that the registration is closed with 32 teams registered for the 9 AM shotgun start.

Checkout the Facebook page at Troy Whittemore Classic. 

I expect to make Facebook updates as the day progresses. Wish me luck.

-- Bob Doan, writing from Danby, NY

It's Just Cold--Hit the Grill!

Dinner on the Grill, August 15, 2014

On the 15th of August in Ithaca, NY,  the weather was just plain cold!

It felt like late-September. Overcast, dreary, and cold. I actually had to put on jeans and a hoodie to head into town to do some shopping. 

What happened to summer? I don't think this bodes well for the winter--perhaps it is going to be a long, hard, cold winter. Like the one we suffered through last winter. 

Coppola Claret 2012

The high, in Ithaca, NY, yesterday was 66 degrees. Today is supposed to be much warmer (yes, those were the actual words used by the forecasters) topping out at 78 degrees. Point of fact, 78 degrees is the average daily high August 16th in Ithaca. Much warmer translates into average for this time of year! The low was an incredible 54 degrees--I can't even begin to imagine why it is so cold during August! Get this--yesterday was rated at 5 heating degree days. 

At least the unseasonably cold weather did not deter my date with the grill and a bottle of wine. The wine was a standby go to wine because the local wine store had a terrible selection of wines. Grilling some meat helped to restore a sense of summer to the otherwise autumnal-feeling situation.

Even though it may not feel like it, I can still act like it is summer! Break out the beach chairs, umbrellas, and sun screen!

-- Bob Doan, writing from Danby, NY