Dawn Over The Strip

I can confirm that the sun does in fact set on Las Vegas — and it rises the next morning, too. When I looked out my hotel window this morning I saw dawn’s first rays striking the garish gold Trump hotel across the street, and learned from one of the huge neon signs for the neighboring Wynn hotel that Paul Anka, of all people, is one of their featured acts. Paul Anka!

Gold buildings, neon, still-performing figures from the ’60s, dusty desert mountains in the distance . . . I’ve definitely arrived in Las Vegas.

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A Put-In-Bay Sunrise


Another glorious dawn on Ohio’s north coast, where the sun shines equally on the bachelorette partygoers, the boaters, the creepy old guys on the prowl, the miscreants, the card players, and the groaning unfortunates who now regret trying the drink special at Hooligan’s bar.

Why I’m Thankful This Thanksgiving

As this Thanksgiving Day dawns, I am thankful for many things.

First and foremost, I am thankful for my lovely wife, Kish, who is a truly wonderful person.  This year we celebrated our 30th wedding anniversary, and thanks to her patience, sense of humor, and generous spirit, they have been 30 fantastic years.  We are happily looking forward to many more to come.

I am thankful for Richard and Russell, our strapping and interesting sons, who are pursuing their dreams and passions with the independence and sense of adventure that is essential to personal success — however you might define it — in our rapidly changing world.  I’m thankful to every teacher who worked so hard to help shape the intelligent, creative young men whom we are happy to welcome home for the Thanksgiving meal.

I am thankful to live in this great country, where freedom is our birthright and our beliefs in democracy and tolerance and fairness are shared by so many people of good will.  I am thankful for my mother, brother and sisters, for my uncles and aunts and cousins, for our neighbors and friends, for my partners, clients, and colleagues, and for our Webner House readers, all of whom add such richness and texture to our lives.

And this Thanksgiving, especially, I am thankful for the American medical system — for the well-trained doctors, for the miraculous procedures and equipment, for the cheerful and professional nurses, and for the dedicated rehabilitation specialists and therapists and assistants who aid those who are hurting.  When you have a loved one who is experiencing health issues, it is so deeply reassuring to know that they are in the hands of gentle, caring people who will do their very best to help them get well.

Happy Thanksgiving to everyone!

 

Bye Weekend

It’s a “bye weekend” this weekend.  No Buckeyes game today and no Browns game tomorrow to plan around.  So, how to spend our precious, wholly unscheduled weekend hours?  Dinner and a movie, perhaps?  Lounging on our patio and finishing up the books we’ve been working on?  A few easy household chores to make us feel like we haven’t been complete slugs?

It’s supposed to be a spectacular weekend of Indian summer weather, with temperatures reaching the upper 60s, so time must be allotted for some outside activity.  Step one:  enjoy a spectacular sunrise this lovely Saturday morning.

Colors Of A Morning

 

As any patient reader of our blog knows, I like dawn photos — usually of the act of dawn itself.  The rising sun does not simply brighten the eastern horizon, however; the morning sunbeams also throw the surrounding countryside into sharp contrast and bring out every bit of color.  One of our Lake Temagami sunrises turned the spindly pines and dying grasses on our island into a beautiful study in different shades of green, rust, and orange.