Saturday, April 28, 2012

Molly Campbell - Sep 1998 - Apr 2012

Sparkle Plenty II and her new pal, Molly
Circa 1949 -
Dad pulled in the driveway
Parked and headed toward the house
It was his son's birthday
His son ran to the door
Wondering if there was a surprise

His Dad said,
"Oh!  I forgot my jacket in the back seat."
Could you run and get it?

His son headed for the back seat
Opened the door
And under the jacket was Sparkle Plenty
A quiet moment together
(named after the character from Dick Tracy)
A black and white cocker spaniel

Circa 1986 -
Remembering his father's tactics
He pulled up to the house
On his son's 6th birthday

His wife and son met him at the front door
He said, "Oh, I forgot my jacket in the back seat.
Could you run and get it please?"
(He was a lot more polite than his father.)

His son headed for the back seat
Opened the door
And under the jacket was Sparkle Plenty II
A black Schnauzer

Circa 1998 -
He pulled into his driveway
On his daughter's 10th birthday

His wife and daughter met him at the front door
He said, "Oh, I forgot my jacket in the back seat.
Could you run and get it please?"

His daughter headed for the back seat
Opened the door
And under the jacket was Molly Campbell
A Golden Retriever
A smooch for the hound

Her parents had heard
A dog... like a Goldy
Is good medicine
To help keep a growing daughter well grounded

That wasn't true
A Goldy is good medicine
To keep an entire family well grounded

Molly's mission as a puppy
Was to cut her teeth
On every piece of antique oak furniture
In the family dining area

When she turned two
She was satisfied with the development of her canines
So she quit chewing
And her family took the table, chairs and other items
To a local business that dutifully restored them

Sparkle Plenty II was still around
So Molly made it her duty
To invite Sparkle to play
Every Day

And every day
A little respite under the mulberry tree
Sparkle made it firmly clear
She did not intend to play

The uneven truce
With a pact of tolerance
Lasted for several years
To the fifteenth and final year
Of Sparkle's great life

From that point
Molly assumed full control
Of the Campbell's back yard
And large sections
Of the American River Bike trail

Through her life
She was known for her gentleness
And her love for people
She inspired the saying that
"The only person she loved more than her family
Was the next person she saw,"

If you were ever part of the wild welcome she would give visitors
You are nodding your head now in agreement

Her life became dedicated
To activities that brought joy to her
And all she came in contact with

Chasing tennis balls thrown about
The famous NorCal Campbell Ranch
Catching and playing with wild game
(occasionally too hard)

*The Golden 'Cereal' Killer


Swimming in the American River
With Tyler and pals
Working the fast current instinctively… expertly

Jogging the American River Trail
Hundreds of miles with Tom
(Tom called it jogging... it was more like shuffling)
And she just walked along side

*Old Dogs


Swimming in her own personal swimming pool
(all humans allowed)

*Molly Phelps-Torres Campbell


Spending time with Julieann
Watching over her, and with her as she
Tended to her often absent family

Pals
She had the softest mouth...
When she accepted a biscuit
From her Campbell family
She wouldn’t think of quickly grabbing it
Then gulping it down on the spot
She had to take it
With the gentlest touch

Not pulling away until she sensed
You were releasing your grip
Then walking to the back door
To be let out to the backyard
Where she would lay down
Treat still cradled softly in her mouth
(once in a while the tell-tale drool leaking a wisp to the side…
just like Tom lately)

Then after slowly surveying the south forty
She would carefully break up the biscuit
And take her time enjoying each morsel

She filled our lives with tenderness and joy
Every day of her life
Never a down day
Never a lapse
Every single day

Last Monday
She and Tom
Did a commemorative
Mile and a half walk
A great lady in her element
On the American River Trail

She sniffed to her heart's content
And marked her territory once more

Wednesday, she was struck swiftly
With a massive infection
And went on a journey
That took her to the
UC Davis Veterinary Center ICU
By early Thursday morning

They did a wonderful job
Trying to save her
But it was time for her to go
She would have been fourteen

Lord Have Mercy.
Lord Have Mercy.
Lord Have Mercy.

*Molly



"Dogs are Gods creatures and not for us to keep... Only to share a space in time with."
(Thanks Chuck Thomas)

*These are hyperlinks to earlier posts about Molly - just click on them to see the story.

**Please, no notes of sympathy although I deeply appreciate the thought.  This post is intended to celebrate a life our family was privileged to be a part of - be happy for us and.... go adopt a dog.













Thursday, April 19, 2012

Three Young Turks...

... walked into a bar.
Nah, you have heard that one before

This story is about three Turks
The Egyptian they work for
And the hotel they work in

The Cafe Acadian
A Creole style restaurant
At the Marriott Hotel, Baton Rouge

I was working on a project in Baton Rouge
A tight schedule did not permit me
To fly back to Sacramento on weekends

I have spent several million
(OK, ok over a thousand... way over)
Nights in Marriott's over the years
So I received complimentary buffet breakfasts
For the three weekends I was there

My weekend routine was
Hit the hotel gym
Shuffle on the Elliptical machine
Pump a little (very little) free weights

Then grab a complimentary paper
And flop in the hotel's Cafe Acadian

Each time, these guys were all over me like a cheap suit
Holding my chair to assist me
Snapping that napkin and dropping it on my lap

Smiling "Good morning Sir!", "Juice?", "Coffee?"
If I said; "Just juice." to one Turk
Another would follow him shortly after
To be sure I didn't want the coffee.

They never let my juice glass get close to empty
A butter wrapper on the mat next to my plate?
A smiling Turk would sweep by and carefully remove it

One morning as I was finishing
One of the Turks
Placed a plate of three fresh beignets
At my table - complements of the house...

They were in constant motion
The three young Turks
And a distinguished head waiter

An Egyptian who would stop by your table
Survey the situation
Gauge your satisfaction

Upbeat, smiling
Five star
Five huge stars
Better than I have seen anywhere else
Ever

These guys were the Steve Jobs
Of quality waiter service
This I know

And if you put them on the road
Had them teach service
At the finest restaurants in America
You would see amazing improvements

But I don't think you could quite capture their...spirit
Yes, that is the ingredient that made them so special
They were enthusiastic in their step and in their speech
A quality I believe you must be born with
Or maybe there's something in the Baton Rouge water...

Ah, but they are leaving
Returning to their home country
If I get back before they leave
I will attempt to talk to them further
To find out more about their spirit
To find out why they are leaving

Mr Emad Sotohy and his son,
January, 2013
(Julie and I should visit Egypt, or Turkey... I could get used to that!)

*December, 2017 Update:  I wrote this in the Spring of 2012.  Now, coming up on 6 years later, the Egyptian referenced in this story, Mr. Emad Sotohy has long since returned to his home country and his family including at least one fine son and daughter.  We remain pals and in touch via Facebook.  Emad works at the Cairo Marriott where I am sure they provide the best concierge and overall service you can find anywhere.



Sunday, April 8, 2012

Coonass

Hanging out in Pride, Louisiana
Just outside of Baton Rouge
An Easter family get together
A dozen or so
Self proclaimed "Coonasses"

Wiki says Coonasses are people
Of cajun ethnicity
Some consider it an insult
Others consider it a badge of honor

I am thinking it is a fundamental part
Of the charm of being in Louisiana

A prayer
Then a delicious barbecue,
Then a delicious desert
Then a congregation outside

A time for family talk
A time for questions aimed
At making this Yankee guest
Feel at home

Invited as an outsider
Treated like an insider
I am at once a visitor
I am at once at home

Some wine
A stogie
Some damn fine
Southern hospitality

An Easter to remember