Don’t We Dewey

 

I received sad news this past weekend that one of my former colleagues at WOAI radio died.   I worked with Bob Guthrie for more than two decades.  He was a phenomenal newsman, a true gentleman and a giant in the industry.   Bob was a renaissance man.  He was well-versed and conversant in almost any subject you could name from aircraft to guns to classical music and Scotch.

We embraced and sometimes  endured a lot of changes at the radio station and the industry together. Often we were on the same page and sometimes I was dragging him along with the tide, but he was always the consummate pro.   I’ll remember him fondly.

Bob’s funeral is next week.   It will likely be a reunion of sorts because Bob worked for more than 50 years at WOAI. This will be the third radio colleague service I’ve attended in recent months.   There’s a metaphor in there somewhere.

On a lighter note – about 10 pounds total –  the new dog is a done deal.   Originally named Carter, he’s now Dewey – a name I selected since he was abandoned at a library.  He’s fitting in nicely and, despite his small stature, is proving to have no problems keeping pace with Abby on our now twice daily walks.   Yesterday we put in 11 miles.

We did have a few minor communication problems regarding direction.


whichway

This morning we logged about 7.5 miles during which Abby instructed Dewey in the proper way to intimidate deer.

deweydeer

 

Just to be consistent, here’s the usual update: I’m still plugging away on the job front.   Today I actually applied for a position as a “Career Counselor.”   The irony of that is not lost on me.

 

Posted by Michael Main

Sure foot sore foot

I hit my goal this week.

50 mile goal

Abby and I walked 50 miles.    We had to squeeze in about 9 miles this morning to make it, so we ventured down a portion of an as yet unopened part of the Salado Creek Greenway which took us to Walker Ranch Park.

The park features a unique footbridge.  It will test your faith in engineering. It feels like you’re walking in a bounce house when you cross.

walker ranch footbridge

Abby was less than thrilled with it.

Distrusting dog

By the time we made it back to the car, both of us were hobbling a bit.

Sometimes you have to feel a little pain to achieve your goals.    At least that’s what I’m telling Abby.

 

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Oh Deer, Michael’s Job Journey

Getting a deer to pose for a still life portrait is tough.
Deer - Salado Creek

Okay, I’ve been playing around with a photo editor and some recent shots I took while walking along the Salado Creek Greenway.   Abby and I have logged about 40 miles so far this week with a goal of 50.

We  don’t walk alone, we’re accompanied by a lot of deer.

 

 

Deer Greenway
The deer make the morning walks interesting and amusing.   They’re entertaining to observe, but I’ve also had to harness Abby so she stops trying to chase them.

Salado Creek Greenway Deer - Michael Main

My job search seems a bit restrained as well.   I fear as the holidays approach, hiring managers will put off their decisions.

Enhanced Salado Creek Greenway image - Michael Main

I suppose I’ll keep trying to amuse myself during this process, although I wish I had the option of  putting my expectations through a photo editor too.

 

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A Walk Through the Fog

Tuesday’s morning stroll took Abby and me along one of our usual routes including the Morningstar boardwalk.  It runs for about 3/4 of a mile between San Antonio’s Lady Bird Johnson and McAllister Parks.

Salado Creek boardwalk - Michael Main

The boardwalk is named in honor of Army Staff Sergeant Christopher Morningstar, a San Antonio soldier killed in Iraq in 2006.

Morningstar Boardwalk - Michael Main

I find it a good place to walk and think about losses of the past and the course ahead.

It’s apropos these days with so much uncertainty regarding my career/job/life of sloth.

On Tuesday, the boardwalk was draped in a visibility-hindering mist.  I could only see the immediate path ahead.   We walked on without much thought.  It’s not like I didn’t know where we were going.

The balance of experience and faith comes in handy.

Boardwalk in fog

Especially if you find yourself walking through one of life’s metaphors.

 

 

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The Swirling Salado Creek Greenway Vortex

Miss Abby and I explored some new portions of the Salado Creek Greenway today.

I opted to take a different route than usual because of the recent rains in San Antonio which have flooded out portions of our regular trek.

Salado Creek Boardwalk Flooding

Today we started out near McAllister Park and walked along a fairly new segment of the greenway that purports to connect to Walker Ranch Park which we have never visited.    That statement still holds true.  We didn’t visit it today.  We didn’t get that far.

It turns out the greenway connection is not yet officially completed.

That wasn’t what actually stopped us.

I ignored the signs saying, “No pedestrians, bikes, motor vehicles, UFO’s, etc.” and marched right past.

So did Abby, she’s a rebel.

We strolled down an obviously temporary asphalt path without incident.   A half mile or so along the way I could see what looked like a much more finished section of trail ahead.

We didn’t get there.

Abby was reluctant to cross a slightly flooded spillway.    This is atypical for Abby.  The water wasn’t that deep and she doesn’t normally object to getting her feet wet.

Abby floodwaters - Michael Main

This time, however,  she stopped, dug in and was adamantly not going to proceed.  It was obvious if I wanted her to keep going forward I would have to hope something powered by a jet engine and shooting fireworks came up behind us.

She was freaking out as a result of the sound of rushing water on the spillway and the sight of a large swirling vortex of liquid next to us that appeared to be swallowing humanity and sucking it into the netherworld.

Salado Creek Greenway - Flooding - Michael Main

I took Abby’s counsel and we turned around.