Moonrise Over Washington

Mt Rainier from Mary and Amado's dock

We cope with jet lag which means waking up at 3:45AM (me) and trying to go back to sleep. Instead I watch the sunrise and otherwise adjust to the emotional swings of long haul travel which is only normal in, like, the last 30 years of world history.

Madeleine wanders into the kitchen, says hello, and takes my unfilled spot next to Sonnet.

Go Pro

Skier

Devon is into skiing. He is a skier. Last year he won the Buddy Warner Pacific Northwest Championships for 12-13 year-olds  on Crystal Mountain - there were over 100 competitors.  He qualified for the Jr Olympics this year but crashed out (Nb, Devon's worst crash occurred when he was free skiing and came over blind noll into an inadequate grooming job and flew 40 feet into the trees, hitting tree branches but, fortunately, no trunks, and walked away, more or less. The ski patrol thought he was dead, he tells me).

Devon's long-term ambition is to make the national ski team and ski competitively in college.

Me: "Maybe I will stop my blog."
Rob: "Why? It's your journal."
Me: "It's mainly about the kids, and I can no longer write everything that is going on."
Eitan: "What can't you write?"
Me: "Stuff that will embarrass you."
Eitan: "There's nothing that would embarrass me, Dad."
Me: "Puberty."
Sophie: "Ag, don't say that."
Eitan: "OK, OK."

Eitan And Maya

The Gang Together

Back together again

We arrive in Seattle and re union with Rob and Sloan and Rana and Amado and Mary who host everybody in their beautiful big house on Mercer Island overlooking Lake Washington and snow-covered Mt Rainier.

The kids pick up where they left off - no awkwardness, no hesitation. They are best friends but older (and fun to observe, silently).

Eitan at the Seattle airport: "It smells like America."

Off To Discover America

Terminal 5

Motohead

Any day in Paris

Madeleine's school breaks for summer or five days later than Eitan (Madeleine helpfully points out: "It's OK, we're not learning anything anyway.")  She has a crew of friends to 45 to watch TV, jump on the neighbours' trampoline and pizza for dinner.  Eitan meets his friends in Richmond where one may find a Sony Playstation, grass lawn, trampoline and other such things that make a house worthwhile ( ours is not).

Madeleine: "What's 'bail?' " [Dad's note: We watch "Law And Order."]

Me: "It's money held by the court. If you flee, the court tries to catch you."
Madeleine: "What if they find you?"
Me: "You go to jail and they keep the money."
Madeleine: "What? They keep the money ?"
Me: "It's a pretty bad deal."
Madeleine: "I'll say."

A Day In The Life

At Emanuel

So for a catch up (as I watch the Federer-Djokovic Wimbledon final) : From Manhattan to Boston to meet the Harvard Mgmt Co and Eric (hamburgers, Four Seasons).  Eric and I discuss the usual stuff for this stage of life (Eric's punchline: the world owes you nothing).

Then Boston to London overnight to fight jet lag and work, Thursday, and Madeleine's evening performance with the junior brass ensemble  at Emanuel (she is terrific and hopes to pass the Grade 3 exam for music this summer)

On Friday, Sonnet and I to the Globe for Shakespeare's "Titus Andronicus" which is a visual gorefest . Blood rips across the stage in a most shocking fashion : In one scene, the moor forces a nurse wife (who knows he is the father of the bastard Queen's son) on her fours then butchers her from behind, "like a pig". Several people excuse themselves from the audience.

From there, I meet Stratos The Greek to discuss his friend's clever rating app then dinner with Alexandra and Nedar, who is David's business partner and interested in fashion. We dine at Clarke's (me, pig).

And yesterday is Maya's bat mitzvah. Bravo !

New York Sunrise

Midtown from the Central Park reservoir

Like nowhere else I have been, a day in New York can change everything. And the early bird gets the worm.

I catch up with Ray who is now the Frank R. Lautenberg Professor of Ethics and Corporate Governance, the Bernstein Faculty Leader and the Faculty Director, Programs in Social Enterprise, at Columbia Business School.  Mostly, though, we talk about the KKH.

Texting
Me: What do u want to listen to in the car? [Dad's note: we are planning audio and video for the US roadtrip]
Madeleine: Don't know
Me: Your mom is lining up Shakespeare and other educational stuff
Madeleine: Oh God

6th and Waverly

Waverly Diner

Katie and I have dinner at Raoul's in SoHo and I am reminded of Christmas Eve, 1996, when Sonnet, Christian, Sarah and I dined here on a magical night when the city otherwise shutdown tight but for a few revellers, loners and outcasts.  

Afterwards I cut across Greenwich Village and visit some ancient haunts nearby my first Manhattan flat, 373 6th Ave, 1989-90.  I passed the Waverly every day on my way to the 6th Ave Subway to catch the No. 1 train to Midtown.

The area hasn't changed much, either, nor should it : busy, gay and in love with itself.

"Get up close and intimate with lions, leopards and elephants - while feeling totally safe and pampered."
--Elevator posting at the Four Seasons for the Four Seasons Safari Lodge

The Belly Of The Beast

Katie at the Four Seasons

I arrive in Manhattan yesterday, which always brings back a wave of euphoria - New York! - and anxiety (meetings! First Boston !). But it is a glorious summer Sunday evening and I meet Katie for drinks so it is all OK.

On our way to dinner we pass Fernando Botero's bronze, “Leda and the Swan" and Katie recalls the mythology where Zeus, disguised as a swan, rapes Leda (married to King Tyndareus ) who hatches, from two eggs, Helen of Troy and Polydeuces. Helen, of course, the most beautiful woman in the land and her abduction by Paris, and eventual marriage to Menelaos, leads to the Trojan War. It is a longer story of course and Katie knows it by heart.

"A shudder in the loins engenders there 

The broken wall, the burning roof and tower 

And Agamemnon dead."

--Leda and the Swan, W.B. Yeats

Party Down

"Hurricane" by Bridget  Mendler, final song

Madeleine brings down the house with a year-end party at No. 45.  55 boys and girls arrive more or less ensemble (the parents wish us good luck, tell us we are brave, then ditch - God bless.  Fortunately we have Oscar, Klara and several mums who help us with the cooking and over-seeing). They are high on sugar, music and themselves. What joy, to observe such youth.

Madeleine for her part does a wonderful job bouncing between different groups (boys, dorks, on the one side and the girls on the other) making sure everybody feels welcome and included. The kid is a natural, I tell you. 

Throwing a party for a bunch of Year 7s not without risk of failure or public humiliation.  Last night was fabulous and either way I could not be more proud of Madeleine.

"I'll just give it another wack and see if that does it."

On plane British Airways engineer shortly before departure to NYC.

Power Shot

Venus at work

Sonnet and I to Wimbledon and have the same wonderful seats as always : just on the lip of the cover so we get plenty of shade on a hot day, like today. We arrive on the grounds in time for a picnic and walk around a bit before Court 1, where we are treated by world class tennis from Venus, Maria and Stan Wawrinka, the current world #3 and recent winner of the Australia Open.  They really wack the ball, too.

The joy of Wimbledon - there are so many matches! It's like going to a double-feature at the movies, and who ever does that now ?

For all our love of McEroe or Borg or Connors : none of these guys would have made the tournament today.

Self Portrait XXXX

Trump Tower, Toronto

Sonnet: "Oscar had a good idea today. He suggests that museums ban children under 12." [Dad's note: Sonnet and Oscar visited the Tate Modern as part of Oscar's work study at the V&A]

Me: "Why not make it under 15? That should have you covered, Eitan."
Eitan:
Sonnet: "My parents used to hate children at museums. My Dad still does."
Eitan: "Maybe you could exclude children from the more sophisticated exhibitions?"
Me: "What's a sophisticated exhibition?"
Eitan: "Um, maybe shows that have Matisse and van Gogh."
Me:
Eitan: "Or maybe less sophisticated shows have sculptures."
Me: "That's an interesting one. Care to explore it further ?"
Eitan: "Not really."

Photo Booth

Spider vision

I visit Toronto for a 24 hour in-and-out. An annoyance: the T5 tram that connects the main terminal to the outer gates is a 30 second ride yet requires 20 minutes planning nor is their a walking option. But what irritates me is the time one waits from the trolly's arrival and passenger debarkment until we can enter the carriage which is painstakingly long. Some idiot did some risk analysis, overcompensated, and wastes a bazillion hours of our (my) time. This occupies my mind, esp. when running late (per usual).

Eitan competes the 1500 in today's Richmond Schools Championships (I arrive at Heathrow, 9AM, and head straight for the track in time to see him run). Eitan wins, with a time of 4:59, the same as last year when he set the meet record for Y7s.

Jumping Joy

Daisy and Madeleine burn off some energy

We spend the longest day of the year in Palewell Park at a going-away party for Alberto and Lucretia. Alberto with Diageo and returning to Spain (Madrid) from treasury to marketing. I meet the European MD of Philip Morris, the head of BAT and a couple of bankers or, as Alberto points out, a real bunch of riff raffs.

Last night we are with Jacques and Micou, a French couple, while Jacques has recently retired from private equity firm KKR.  We discuss France and agree : the prospects not good nor is there a Margaret Thatcher to make things right. And why would the best and the brightest go into govt? It's a good question right now.

Same Old Football

Eitan watches England v. Uruguay

England crash out of the World Cup, losing 1-2 to Uruguay, which, the announcers helpfully point out, is the smallest-population country to be in the finals. Joy.

There is something very English about the defeat : down 1-nil, Rooney equalises in the 2nd half getting our hopes up. Then the crushing inevitable.  Exactly the same with Italy the other night. So, four years of anticipation, a few moments of euphoria, and two stinging defeats. Enjoy your football.

Older cousin David and Donna join us for dinner on their way to Ireland.  They will visit many of the spots seen by us, Grace, Moe+Katie in '98. David continues his work at OHSU in Portland, Oregon, where his research changed how colon cancer is screened in America.

Me: "How old do you think I am?" [Dad's note: birthday]
Madeleine: "47."
Me: "Good guess."
Madeleine: "48?"
Me: "You got it right the first time. Does that seem old to you ? "
Madeleine: "Not really. I guess you have a few years."
Me: "Until I'm dead?"
Madeleine: "No! Until you're 50. That seems old."

Goldman's View

The City, from Goldman's offices

GS's HQ on Fleet Street is subtle and rich at the same time. Upon entering, one knows that one is surrounded by the world's very best competency when it comes to money.

As Dick Whittington and his cat knew in the 19th Century and Goldman Sachs knows today, "London's streets are paved with gold."

Me: "Are you kidding? Put that down. You're mom is making you a nice dinner." [Dad's note: dad finds Madeleine in the living room eating a scone 20 minutes before dinner]
Madeleine: "Yeah, right dad." [Dad's note: Madeleine points to dad's open large bag of lightly salted Doritos on the couch where dad is watching the news]
Me: "Mine is more like a lite snack."
Madeleine:
Me: "OK, eat the scone."

Thy Word

Madeleine, pre race

Me: "What are you guys going to do without your media toys during the family road show?" [Dad's note: we will drive across the USA in July]
Eitan: "We can watch movies. In the back of the car."
Sonnet: "I am going to bring a lot of audible tapes. The entire works of Shakespeare, for instance."
Madeleine: "What ?! I am not listenting to anything with 'thy' in it."
Me: "Thy hast no choice."
Madeleine: "No 'thy' and 'thou.' No way."
Me: "Thous shall obey thy mother's wishes."
Madeleine: "Whatever, Dad."

And They're Off

Starting gun (Madeleine is No 21)

Madeleine runs the 800m in the London Schools Track and Field Junior Championships having qualified several weeks ago and so I find myself at Mile End stadium in Tower Hamlets.  

My taxi driver, who drives me from Canary Wharf to the stadium, grew up in the neighbourhood but lives in Essex now - he can't afford London. His parents, however, still in the family house as his dad a bus driver who lives two minutes from the depot. They are also under pressure to move.

Since Tower Hamlets next to The City, and as the Olympics Village pulls the city's gravity Eastward, property prices and rents have gone skyward. Despite its urban and ethnic nitty gritty and working man local, property prices are on par with Richmond's leafy suburbs as young professionals arrive and gentrify. There is hardly a cockney accent to be heard.

Madeleine runs in a fast heat and unaccustomed to starting on the outside lane. She rockets forward but out of gas for the second lap. The 800m may be the most punishing race : lactic acid onset by lap one with one full-lap to go.

The Eagle Has Landed

Oscar "Crazy Bus"

Oscar joins our family for three weeks to do a work-study at the Victoria & Albert Museum. Oscar has recently finished his sophomore year of high school in San Francisco and last time he was with us in 2010 during the World Cup (England famously crashed out) and next year it's the dreaded SATs but let's not get ahead of ourselves.

I have known Oscar since age-two when we met on a family vacation in Provence. Now he is a young man interested in geometry and the sciences, design and theatre.  Museums, too.