Wednesday, May 28, 2008

So Soon?

So Soon?

Greetings, Gentle Reader,

This is only my second blog entry about the next "big row," this one of course a placid paddle through the lengths of the Erie and Champlain Canals. As I think back to the original Big Row, I was way, way ahead in both blogtime and training efforts at this point in 2006. I had scoped out my route, executed some reconnaissance along the way, shaken the bushes for early money (for the boyz), exerted myself on the rowing machine down the street, and eschewed countless Yoo Hoos and Butterscotch Krimpets all in the name of "preparation."

As I sit here this evening, I wonder if I might be sipping on the Kool Aid of advancing age. It's an unsettling drink. I am woefully out of shape. I have one paltry tourist guide of the Erie Canal. I have yet to consider supplies or logistics, and the eye of the tiger that possessed me two years ago is, at this moment, a kind of warm, fuzzy, "Hey, this will be fun!" euphoria. To my credit, I have called the nice folks in New York to make sure that they will allow me to transit scores of locks in my un-powered craft; imagine the embarrassment of being barred from the first gate in, of all places, Buffalo. I did, and it prompted my precautionary call.

They said, "Bring it on." I was half hoping for "You have to be kidding."

Compounding my current angst regarding preparation is my intention to move the launch date to mid-June. My "summer off" is fast filling up with non-negotiable dates and commitments; whoever said that the currency of teaching includes the blissful freedom of summer was right …but hadn't taken a peek at my planner. I've got to start soon or put it off for a year. As I approach 57, putting things off is not the casual luxury it once was.

OK, so the plan is this:

Today was the last day of classes. As I write this blog, the boys are in deep preparation for their Final Exams. Can'tcha' picture them even now, eager learners leafing through their copious and definitive notes, reflecting appreciatively on the sparkling pedagogy that has delivered them to their current peak of preparedness, anxious to demonstrate their mastery of the Queen's English? Can you? Will you call me and tell me about it? To be honest, this is a good crew; they've worked hard despite my periodic lapses and tantrums.

I have yet to write the English Exam that will keep them entertained for two hours next Monday, but I will. Hee Hee. Oh, yes, I will.

After that, a week of grading followed by graduation, a few tears, then a brief trip to Bermuda (on business…honest!), then, home to be into the west end of the Canal from Lake Erie by the 21st or so. No time on the water in advance, only a bit of time in the gym, but by and large it'll be on-water conditioning - and pain - while I inch my way across New York State and then up to Whitehall.

"So soon, Al?" asked my friend Bob the other day. "June? When will you train? How will you get ready?"

Bob's question evokes the famous story of the American fighter pilots of WWII who, upon hastily receiving the revolutionary P 51 Mustang fighter that would replace their Thunderbolts - and which would enable them to escort bomber formations deep into Germany for the first time- were asked by their commanding officer, "When will you learn to fly them?" Their reply was a pointed, "Sir, we'll learn to fly them on the way to the mission."

My safer, simpler task of getting in shape for the row will be accomplished, I hope, during the row.

Blogmistress Kathy, aboard for this trip as well, promises to maintain the site in her customarily creative and professional fashion. She doesn't do this for a living, but she certainly could. She rocks.

I sense that my dear Peg is relieved that this particular journey will not entail the perils of open water or carnivores that The Big Row presented, and yet I am again appreciative beyond expression for her patience with me as I embark on another row-about. Peg well understands that we are better companions when we have degrees of freedom to follow our bliss; I hope to be good enough to warrant her patience…and, truth be told, I also hope that she will pass through a few locks with me in June.

And mom? Mom doesn't know about this yet. Let's keep it our little secret just for now, shan't we?

That's all for now. The Machinery of CanalCanal? is in motion. More interesting stuff soon, I promise. But one Big Question remains: Will anyone read?

Let me know. Special topical requests gratefully accepted.

Hugs,

Al

Tuesday, May 20, 2008

Can Al Canal?

Yes, Gentle Reader…as of August 5th it will have been two years since The Big Row (www.thebigrow.blogspot.com), when we collectively raised over $18,000 for financial aid for Boys' Latin while I simply had to pull on the oars about 130,000 times over 452 miles. Last summer's rowing interlude centered on Recycled Love's Row for Rescue ($12,000 raised), that time pulling for the pups who reside on Death Row…and the saints who try to preserve them.

Alas, Wanderlust has struck again…but my appetite for dunning you all for more money on this one is, for now, being held in check by conscience and the recognition that many of you in the BL community are in the midst of a robust Capital campaign; wells need to replenish, memories need to clear, breath has to be regained. Sure, I'll accept pledges again for this summer's adventure, and happily, but at this moment the emphasis here is on fun – mine and yours. My fun will be in making (and writing about) this next journey; yours can be in reading about it, if you would like, or simply being glad that you are not with me.

Yet if you get as much pleasure out of fiddling with your checkbook as I do in rowing, there is no reason whatsoever that we might make even a 'lil bit of magic yet again.

"So," you are asking, "what's with the clever Can Al Canal? title, and how in good conscience can an English teacher employ "canal" as a verb?"

The grammar question is a good one. The title is a shameless play on words, that's all. Cheesy. Unimaginative. Rhetorical. So let's move on, shan't we?

The canal in question is the Erie Canal (www.eriecanal.org). The plan is to row from Buffalo to Whitehall, NY. The boat will again be my trusty Adirondack Guideboat, the schedule again blissfully un-choreographed, and the propulsive unit (me) is again the weak link in the chain. I was 55 and a day on 8/5/06; adding two years to 55 is not the same as going from 15 to 17. We're looking at between 400 to 450 miles, depending on the side-trips I might make on adjoining bodies of water, and I'll pass through more than 50 locks as I descend 566' from Lake Erie to Troy, NY, then up again as I head north to Whitehall (the Birthplace of the United States Navy).

So…stay tuned. I'll have a website up before the end of the month. You can of course contact me with pledges if you wish (we're at $50 even before this announcement; thanks, Mac!), and I'll find a way to make the pledging thing easier as I again enlist Kathy for her electronic wizardry.

Maybe there will even be another book? (Yet as Steven Colbert says, "If you make the first one good enough, you don't have to write another.")

Al