A meaningful shock resonated, a hollowness within prevailing, discovering a heartfelt remorse never felt before. His immediate feeling was one of tears and emptiness, a shattering, the acceptance that his Grandson was no more. Gary’s thoughts weighted to the countenance of Chris and Marlo, the effect of this tragedy on them and how it would converse their life. The elder Willson immediately evoking plans for transportation to Oklahoma City, Gary understanding when his wife Fran decided to forgo the solemn trip, and that his mother would accompany him.
The phone call from Oklahoma City came early in the evening of April 6th, 2001 it was from Gary’s son Scott. Scott, the bearer of earth shattering news that his grandson Garrett having been struck by a car was in the hospital. Scott disclosing the circumstances, Garrett’s dog having discovered a way out from their backyard of their home on S.W. 124th St., the 12-year-old boy scurrying the neighborhood, searching for his pet. His father, Chris concerned about Garrett’s absence and knowing the circumstances, started a neighborhood search in his car. Discovering Garrett addressing May Ave., a four lane thoroughfare east of the residence.
The phone call from Oklahoma City came early in the evening of April 6th, it was from Gary’s son Scott. Scott, the bearer of earth shattering news, his grandson Garrett Denton had been struck by a car and was in the hospital. Scott disclosing the circumstances. Garrett’s dog, having discovered a way out from their backyard, the 12-year-old boy scurrying the neighborhood, searching for his pet. His father Chris, concerned about Garrett’s absence, knowing the circumstances, started a neighborhood search in his car. Discovering Garrett addressing May Avenue, a four lane thoroughfare east of the residence. Stopping, blinking the headlights from across the road, letting Garrett know he was present.
The boy recognizing his Dad’s car and in haste started across May Avenue. The 12-year-old struck by an oncoming car, Chris having to witness the harrowing event. The father a Firefighter and EMT immediately going to his son’s aid. Scott, continuing on the phone, sounding very despondent, telling his Dad that Garrett’s prognosis wasn’t good. Gary, after receiving the call, an optimist throughout his life, having no idea of the severity of Garrett’s accident, but having hope, not wanting to accept its consequences received another call from his eldest son Scott later that night. Garrett injuries were Pernicious , his grandson having passed from this Earthly Life.
A meaningful shock resonated, a hollowness within prevailing, discovering a heartfelt remorse never felt before. His immediate feeling was one of tears and emptiness, a shattering, the acceptance that his Grandson was no more. Gary’s thoughts weighted to the countenance of Chris and Marlo, the effect of this tragedy on them and how it would converse their life. The elder Willson immediately evoking plans for transportation to Oklahoma City, Gary understanding when his wife Fran decided to forgo the solemn trip, and that his mother would accompany him.
The California flight arriving at Will Rogers World Airport, Gary’s son Scott awaiting their arrival. Lana Norwicki, the mother of Gary’s granddaughter Sarah, offering lodging for Gary and the Great Grandmother Betty, the two finding a welcomed hospitality at Lana’s residence. An arrival from Kansas of Robert and Sandra, Gary’s two youngest fulfilling the complement of Gary’s children.
Gary and his mother making their presence at the mortuary with Marlo to view Garrett, and later that night, the grandfather making a second journey to Garrett’s temporary resting place with Robert and Sandra. This trip more emotional than the earlier one, secluded with Robert and Sandra, Gary displaying something that he had held within, openly expressing a meaningful outward expression of his emotion and the loss of his grandson.
The departing services were scheduled at The First Southern Baptist Church on Sooner Road in Del City, Gary having attended services at this church once before with Chris, Marlo and his exwife Kaye during a visit to Oklahoma City. The church, a magnificent structure seating over a thousand, their services with a string led orchestration and choir and providing internet televised services every Sunday. Garrett’s memorial service fulfilling a good portion of the church’s capacity, Gary recognizing many acquaintances from years past, especially his longtime friend Jerry Willis and his wife Shirley.
The service concluded, a long line police escorted progression proceeding to Resthaven Cemetery on southwest 104th. It was a typical Oklahoma City spring day, the blustering wind gusting out of the south, the canopy for the service, not very stabilized, flapping in the wind, making many uncomfortable, but Gary surmising that it was a reflection and tribute to the energy of his Grandson.
Seated with Marlo’s mother, the Grandfather providing a lap for Granddaughter Allison during the wind-driven ceremony, an inner despondency prevailing, but the imminence of Allison gave life a meaning. Gary having adulation for his Daughter and Chris , maintaining an efficacy of composure. those present bearing witness to the family’s tragic loss, and conscious of the abrupt change it would make in the couple’s life.
Gary was impressed with the Stewart of Chris, his amazing posture, considering what he bore witness to, the accident, the rendering of aid, inwardly not accepting the acumen, but outwardly having to accept the outcome. Gary comprehending the heartfelt tragedy would remain with Chris forever, but recognizing Chris and Marlo’s stature thru this event as a testimonial to their strength and fortitude.
The return to California was a solemn process, Gary accepting Gods orchestration for life, but sometimes questioning its reasoning, especially when someone at such a young age and promising future, is tragically released from these Earthly Bonds and summoned to be an angel in heaven.
. A precipitous surprise, Gary’s daughter Sandra, disclosing that she and Jeremy Birzer, would soon be joined in matrimony. Gary was unaware of the seriousness of Sandra and Jeremy’s relationship, the lack of communication between father in California and daughter in Kansas was always exigent, something to be improved on. Jeremy, a family amicus, and Sandi’s brother Rob’s best friend through his proclaiming years of junior and senior high in Anthony Kansas.
. Although living in Harper, Jeremy was deemed special, the Willson’s on many occasions stopping in Harper so he could accompanying them on ventures to Wichita. On one occasion, Gary inviting the youth to join Robert and Sandra, introducing the three to the Wichita Symphony Orchestra at the Century II Concert Hall. Gary was uninsured of their impression, but perceptive the orchestrated classical music was a ruminative experience for the youths. On other occasions, finding Jeremy and Robert accompanying him to Wichita, making a juncture to stop at a certain specialty skateboard shop, the two boys able to satisfy their selective aspirations to garnish their skateboard enthusiasm.
. The elder Willson having acquainted Jeremy’s parents Joe, and Marilyn Birzer, finding them a very congeal couple and appreciative of his advocacy for the boy’s interest. It wasn’t surprising the family found out after the fact, Jeremy and Sandra abstaining from a formal announcement of the wedding, the two affirming a small private service. Jamie Johnson, Sandra’s Kiowa Cousin standing with her and Jeremy’s sister Corrine standing with her brother, the service conducted by Kiowa United Methodist Church’s, Reverend Jack Pilgrim, on Sunday August 5th, 2 thousand one, the couple being joined in holy matrimony, pronounced husband and wife.
. The Tuesday morning of September 11, 2001, was like most mornings for Gary, a wake up shower and shave at 6:15 a m, a cup of coffee and some toast, before leaving for Colony Park, then the phone rang. Gary’s wife Fran having spent the night at his sister Nancy’s in Columbia to start a dog sitting presence, as his mother and sister were about to venture on a vacation later that day. Gary’s mother on the phone, exclaiming “they’re bombing New York City, turn on the TV”. Gary reassuring his mother that in all probability that was not so, but would turn on the news. The television projecting an unreal scene of devastation, something unimaginable, two planes having targeted the preeminent twin towers of the World Trade Center, both upper stories of the two towers in flames. Gary somewhat awe-struck, making a phone call to the nursing facility, giving notice that he would be late for work, and would miss the 9 o’clock department head meeting.
. Seated before the television watching in consternation the events unfolding before his eyes, absorbing what had happened. The first hijacked plane, American Airlines flight 11, departing from Logan International in Boston, having struck the north tower at 8:46 a.m. east coast time. American Airlines Flight 175, from Logan International, its destination also Los Angeles, plummeting into the south tower of the World Trade Center at 9:03 a.m.. Another shocking announcement, American Airlines flight 77 from Washington Dulles Airport to Los Angles, having targeted, and crashed into the Pentagon at 9:37 a.m..
. Gary finding the televised live events unbelievable, watching the destruction of the 110 storied monolithic buildings, the World Trade Center, its contents of human life disappearing before his eyes, as the south tower collapsed at 9:59 a.m. Then came word that a fourth plane had been hijacked, flight 93 from Newark to San Francisco, the plane coming down at 10:01 in Somerset County Pennsylvania, the passengers apparently attempting to regain control from the hijackers. At 10 28 the final affliction, the north tower of the World Trade Center falling to earth with the contents of those remaining trapped.
. Viewing these live events were not without consequence, Gary’s inward response was one of witnessing the unconceivable, the realization that a new era of terrorism having prevailed, the once impervious America which he grew up in was now vulnerable to those who espoused its destruction. The events unfolding that morning coming to a conclusion, Gary recognizing his work duties remained, proceeded as most Americans, to fulfilled their workplace obligations, nevertheless the events of September 11, 2001 would remain an indelible inscription forever.
. Before Gary’s employment, Roto Rooter was a frequent visitor to Colony Park, an on call maintenance person not always available. The facility having two 6 inch sewer lines extending the length of the building, the west side line starting in the kitchen, traveling south to the cities main line on East Orangeburg Avenue, the only one to ever back up. The area before exiting to the street was the Alzheimer’s wing, where the residents flushing sundry items causing a backup. Gary soon found a contributing factor, the building contractors failed to install a kitchen grease trap, consequently, even with an occasional hydro-jetting of the line, there was still an abundance of forty years of grease deposited.
. An afternoon call for a drainline backup, this time originating in the kitchen. Gary attempting to snake the familiar clean-out, but to no avail. A call to Roto Rooter, they too unable to clear the line, deciding to inspect it with a camera. The camera revealing the embedded pipe network beneath the kitchen concrete floor showed signs of collapse, followed by another casualty, the camera got stuck and the growing concern, the kitchen would be unable to drain any water and may have to shut down. Gary placing a call to inform the administrator, then scouring the valley yellow pages in search of a plumbing source who would respond, the only response was, to schedule a later date walk-through appraisal. During a conversation with a non receptive spokesperson, they suggested calling M Santos & Sons, an industrial plumbing contractor.
. Gary calling, finding Tony Santos in the office, agreeing to stop by and appraise the situation later that afternoon. With Santos and Brad’s arrival, Tony pointed out what would be involved with a cement floor, the time element, the removal of the cement, the noise of a jack hammer, and the replacement of the pipes. Brad expressing the possibility for the kitchen to remain open, Tony relating, the crew could work at night and lay down a plywood covering so the kitchen could still function during the day.
. Gary bringing up the subject of a grease trap, Tony suggesting a below ground commercial trap placed in the blacktop area behind the kitchen. Sashi Singh the dietary supervisor remained calm and collected, taking the event in stride, her staff utilizing paper plates, cups and disposable utensils for resident food service. The outside hot water outlet provided for cleaning the delivery carts was put in use to clean the cooking accouterments. Much to Gary’s surprise the project was completed in four days including the installation of the grease trap, the project costing over $23,000.
. Administrator Brad Kikuta, never hesitant in displaying his appreciation to the employees of Colony Park. During the spring, summer and fall Gary would wheel the two barbecue grills outside, and he and Brad would grill hamburgers, hot dogs or tri-tips and chicken for the facility staff. Sawshee, the dietary supervisor would provide the salad, sides, drinks and condiments. The night shift able to partake of left over’s, but also receiving delivered pizzas. Gary and Brad also grilling when social services provided outdoor lunch events for residences and attending family members. Gary having experienced the stewardship of authority throughout his lifetime of employment, but never witnessed the leadership quality of a Brad. His somewhat shielded concerns included the outward appearance of Colony Park, making trips to Home Depot, purchasing flowers and rose bushes, planting them in the area beneath the windows of the residence rooms.
. Gary proposing a gazebos for the grass center area of the circular drive in front of the building, Brad concurring with the idea. The Environmental Services supervisor starting a cost-effective search, but unable to find a ready-made suitable gazebo, putting forth a plan to build the structure himself. With the purchase of the material he enabled his project, Brad taking time to assist in the pouring of a concrete slab and the laying of a 24 inch wide stone pathway, giving access to the gazebos. Gary wasn’t surprised when receiving a request for three more similar, but smaller structures in the fenced-in resident patio area, including the same stone walkway presentations.
. With the department supervisors involved in a diversified number of ongoing projects, quality assurance headed the list, each department given an investigating assignment. The supervisor would draw the name of a skilled nursing facility in Modesto, visit and introduce themselves as a friend or family member of a prospective resident, inquiring and asking about a tour of the facility. Upon completion of the visit file a written record of their assignment, and during a meeting, verbally critique the physical appearance, room cleanliness, kitchen, dining areas and social activities of the visited facility.
. A Morning department supervisor meeting being called for an in service presentation concerning the Alzheimer’s unit, the speaker, a psychologist being introduced. the doctor provided insight to actions the caregivers can take, and changes to the physical environment, the example of a more home like atmosphere in the day room, also mentioning a facility placing a wall viewing cabinet at the entrance to the occupants room, each having a shelf for some type of family memorabilia or pictures.
Gary mentioning his interest in the project, Brad suggesting he look into the cost and feasibility, his search for a cabinet or reasonable facsimile was unsuccessful. Everything even close was either too big, or enclosed in glass which was an absolute no in the Alzheimer’s wing. Gary wasn’t without a plan B, when all else fails, build it yourself. The project wasn’t complex, traveling to Home Depot for the wood, Don’s Mobile Glass, honing the half inch clear plastic for the front. With maintenance assistant Ray Hernandez assisting, he furnished nine, 2 by 3 foot, wall mountable cabinets with sliding plastic front cover plate. Enclosed in the cabinet was a shelf for each of the rooms three residence. Gary mounted the finished products with welcoming results, cataloging the events and projects of Colony Park, ‘all in a day’s work.
Gary and Fran having made a decision to visit Oklahoma and Kansas, Gary having worked out an itinerary for their journey. They would fly round trip to Oklahoma City, the couple would rent a car, spending time to visit friends, his son Scott, Lana and granddaughter Sarah, then visit daughter Marlo, Chris and granddaughter Allison, and during this time, Fran could fly to Texas for a brief visit with her daughter Donna, husband Randy and grandkids in North Richland Hills, a suburb of Fort Worth. On Fran’s return, the two would travel to Wichita, visit with son Rob, daughter Sandra and husband Jeremy, and on their return to Oklahoma City, travel through Anthony and Kiowa to acquaint the many friends and church members from his twenty years of haven in these farming communities.
Jerry Willis and Gary
Bob Wallace
Gary at the Uptown Club – OKC
All was planned, so he thought, Gary finding out his well thought out itinerary was nullified. unbeknownst to him, Fran had interceded, taking it upon herself to communicate with both of his son’s and two daughters, about having a Oklahoma City family reunion that would include close friends, Jerry Willis and Bob Wallace, two band members from Gary’s past. Jerry agreeing to resurrect his Fender guitar that he hadn’t touched in twenty years, Gary to be reunited with his Fender Rhodes piano that he had given Scott, and Bob Wallace to vocalize in a musical reunion from the past. Gary acknowledging, sometimes life can play its own tune, especially with the help of a loving wife.
The phone call to a Cab Company scheduled an early morning 4:30 a.m. journey to the Modesto Airport, a distance under three miles, the couple having decided to depart from Modesto rather than drive to San Francisco for the scheduled 5:45 A.M departure. In line with less than a dozen boarding passengers, the Modesto TSA agent removing several personal healthcare items from Fran’s purse to her displeasure, a Embraer 120 twin turboprop airliner awaiting, the Embraer, a Brazilian manufactured acquisition of United Express, its new designation SkyWest Air. The turbo prop aircraft having a thirty passenger capacity, but this morning having only twelve passengers boarding, its flight time from Modesto to San Francisco, less than 55 minutes.
Gary finding the bilious echoing of the twin turboprops reviving up a melodious sound, unlike the innervated sound of modern jet engines. The reverberations felt throughout the interior of the cabin during takeoff was cogent, the vibrations giving all aboard a hence of yesteryear, a recollection of aeronautical experiences from the past. Gary seated at a window was adherent as the aircraft rose, a slow ascent, it’s direction north for a distance, then banking west in the twilight of the morning, crossing over the familiar Altamont Pass, soon reaching the expanse throes of San Francisco Bay. Aligning itself with the San Mateo Bridge, then banking right, acquiring the bay viewed runway lights of San Francisco International, the turbo prop craft setting down proclaiming another successful flight. The Willson’s first leg of their airborne flight to Oklahoma City secured, the journey to continue.
United Airlines 737
Boarding a United Airline 737, the craft traversing east, an uninterrupted flight to Denver, the morning sun providing a hologram of transparency in the morning sky. A transition of aircraft in Denver, an opportunity for lunch, discovering the Denver Airport having acquired a McDonald’s, a welcome provider for the couple’s limited budget agenda. The Boeing 737 ascending east from the Denver Airport, Gary having traveled this journey several times before, observing the terrain as they progressed eastward, noting the view as they approached Oklahoma. the mile sections contour changing, no longer the barren landscape of accord, but a broadcast of cultivation activity, the farming endeavors of Oklahoma giving its pronouncement.
A remembrance – The OKC airport, the way it was.
Chris & Marlo
the approach to Will Rogers International Airport, calling for a southern accession, a scenic reminiscence from years past when the main runway paralleled Portland Avenue. The original airport facility, a contingency containing a control tower, a ticket agency, restaurant and a boarding gate with mobile stairs for entry and exit access to the aircraft, thoughts of nostalgia being remedied with the 737’s landing. Departing the plane, the couple being greeted by their son-in-law Chris, the party of three having to follow a maze to retrieve their luggage and the parking area, Chris explaining the airport was again being expanded with construction. Once settled in Chris’s car the disappointing news was exclaimed, the couple being informed that their stay with the Denton’s would have to be postponed, Chris relating that Marlo had contracted the flu. Being very apologetic for such a short notice, that it would be better for the couple to find another source of residency for a couple of days. but countered with some good news, they could use his Honda Odyssey SUV during their stay
The Holiday Inn West
Oklahoma City Key Magazine display
Gary, Jerry and Jan
Retrieving the Honda from a storage facility, the couple’s immediate concern was securing lodging, Gary deciding to check out a familiar area on South Meridian, the Motel 6, across from a vacant area where the Holiday Inn West once stood. Gary having played piano at the Holiday Inn’s Pirates Cove Club during the late 60’s and early 70’s, but a time endowed renovation having removed all aspects of the envisioned accomplishments of owner Lloyd Hobbs and construction contractor Carl Ware, both acquaintance’s from a thirty year bygone era. The Motel Six hadn’t changed in over twenty years when Gary, and a young son Robert, would spend a night after visiting Marlo and other friends.
Gary was apprehensive, knowing that Oklahoma City was designated as a play-off City for the NCAA Basketball National Finals, known as March Madness, realizing that most Oklahoma City motel accommodations would bee full, but Lady Luck smiled, the motel having a single vacancy. Fran’s plan of a musical reunion beginning to unravel, a phone call discovering that long time musician friend Bob Wallace was under duress and wasn’t feeling well, having just returned from the Vets, his dog of many years was on his deathbed, Gary understanding Bob’s concern, for his canine companion outweighed everything else.
A charming hostess Lana Norwicki
Scott and granddaughter Sarah
Tad and Shylee Norwicki
The couple first visit was to the Lana Norwicki residence, Gary’s ostentatious son Scott’s staying with his long time lady companion and the illustrious mother of Granddaughter Sarah. The couple enjoying lunch with their hostess, finally getting better acquainted with Lana and her two children Tad and Shylee. The use of the Honda Odyssey was a blessing, affording Gary not only the opportunity to tour Oklahoma City but acquainting Fran with places from his past and revisiting memories.
Self explanatory
The Horseshoe Club_SW 29th & Kentucky
A bit of humor about to be injected during their journey, the couple now having two Chihuahua’s in the family, inheriting a documented Blue Chihuahua named Little Bit from Gary’s niece Mary. Traveling on southwest 29th Street, noticing an interesting establishment appropriately named, The Chihuahua Bakery, a puzzling and unusual name for a bakery, a picture taken for prosperity. A drive-by visit to various places Gary had played during his 19 years as a musician in Oklahoma City, Ross Miller’s Horseshoe Club, Herbie Carpenters Hi-Low Club, now call the 50’s Club and what remained of Bob and Jerry’s Apartment Key Club on North Hudson below the remaining Sieber Hotel and Apartment Complex.
Jerry Willis
Shirley
Continuing on to Gary’s friend of 35 years, Jerry Willis, still residing on Southwest 25th Street, the best man at his wedding to Kaye in 1962, and duplicating his best man role in his 1976 second marriage with Jan and now introduced to Fran. Gary finding Jerry and wife Shirley amiable as always, having recognized there were not many people in this world that propounded a Jerry and Shirley disposition, exemplifying the positive perspective of a meaningful life. The visit with his friend drawing to a close, Gary deciding to venture a visit and introduce Fran to Bob Wallace, his musician cohort from the band who resided on the north-side of the City. Arriving, Gary finding the once six-foot slender 165 pound Bob having gained an additional 50 pounds, and from their conversation and appearance concluded he wasn’t in the best of health. Gary recognizing that his friend was still very much concerned about the condition of his dog and wasn’t up to reminiscing about the past, deciding to make the visit short.
Resthaven
The following morning, Gary placing a call to Marlo, his daughter relating that her session with the Flu had subsided and now cordoned for them to stay at her SW. 99th Street residence. During the drive the couple deciding to pause at nearby Resthaven Cemetery, the location of Gary’s Grandson Garrett’s final resting place, this being Gary’s first visit to Resthaven since the memorial service. Unable to find Garrett’s memorial, asking the cemetery concierge for directions. The pause at the cemetery giving Fran and Gary meaningful conscience time for reflection before continuing on. Marlo welcoming their arrival, apologetic for the inconvenience that her illness had caused, pointing out the extensive remodeling her and Chris had just completed, and from the time frame, Gary humorously suspected that the conclusion of her flu illness, may have corresponded with the drying of the bedroom paint.
Fran’s planned desire for this Oklahoma City visit to be a musical event between Gary, Jerry and Bob, now totally disheveled, but his wife’s plan B of a family reunion was put into effect. Gary’s son Rob and his lady companion Dawn journeying from Wichita, as did his daughter Sandra and husband Jeremy, both couples arriving at Lana’s and Scott’s residence Saturday morning. The family entourage deciding on a breakfast get together, three of Gary’s four children in attendance, Marlo declining.
The late morning gathering was short-lived, Robert having to recess back to Wichita, leaving for Afghanistan early Monday morning. Gary’s son having fulfilled his five-year naval enlistment, but still very conscious of his country’s call, having enlisted with a tactical support civilian company utilizing his service related training. Rob having received the Navy Marine Corps Achievement Medal, for providing exceptional maintenance and administrator support for two patrol squadrons, while forward deployed in Bahrain, additionally, he expertly managed two sites of 50 personal computers, two local area network and global command and control systems.
Robs Navy Achievement Award
Sunday found Gary and Fran on an excursion with their Granddaughter Allison to the Cowboy Hall of Fame on northeast 63rd. Gary having been present during the inaugural of its construction watching the magnificent structure raise to prominence. Entering ‘The Museum of Time’, journeying thru the halls of western history, impressed not only with the displayed accolades of Western Hollywood Stars portrayed by the cinema, but more so with the hallway devoted to the travel of the Lewis and Clark expedition in 1804, never realizing such an exposition of their travels could be so vividly presented and graphically displayed.
End of the Trail
Having witnessed the magnificent museum from its conception, and through past years of expansion, taking stock that it had finally matured into a marvel of historic precedent, giving a latent chronicle of western heritage. Gary lagging behind his wife and granddaughter could auscultate the sounds of their echoing laughter, Fran and Ally coming upon exhibits that resulted in humorous comments, the two finding a mutual compatibility which resonated throughout the sparsely populated corridors. Gary finally according them both at an exit, hearing Allison say “ Don’t tell Nana, but you’re my favorite Grandma“, not surprised at the comment, because together the two were in perfect concert.
Having witnessed the magnificent museum from its conception, and through past years of expansion, taking stock that it had finally matured into a marvel of historic precedent, giving a latent chronicle of western heritage. Gary lagging behind his wife and granddaughter could auscultate the sounds of their echoing laughter, Fran and Ally coming upon exhibits that resulted in humorous comments, the two finding a mutual compatibility which resonated throughout the sparsely populated corridors. Gary finally according them both at an exit, hearing Allison say “ Don’t tell Nana, but you’re my favorite Grandma“, not surprised at the comment, because together the two were in perfect concert.
Ally, Fran and the wind
Ally at the Bass Pro Shop
And Mickey Mantle
Chris and Marlo continued to extend their hospitality, according Gary and Fran to Brick-town, Gary having watched the development of the antiquated buildings through the years, noting that the project had finally come to fruition. Water diverted from the North Canadian River giving rise to a canal thru the once desolate area of town, the waterway canal boats giving vestige to the arising of refurbished structures.
Before
After
Brick Town providing a showcase of shops and a tourist attraction, a massive Bass Pro Shop, the new AT and T Brick-town Ballpark adorned with the statue of Mickey Mantle, proclaiming Mantle’s Oklahoma heritage. Gary very much impressed having lived and frequented this area of Oklahoma City forty years ago. Recalling the past with his friend Glenn Froman, the two walking the streets of this once unproductive part of Oklahoma City, but now was a beneficial attribute, contributing to a city in wonderment, its antiquity having risen, a foresight that Gary could have never envisioned.
The Winesburg family – Randy, Donna and the Grandchildren
Marlo and Kaye
Fran having made plans to spend two days with her daughter Donna, husband Randy and Grandchildren in North Richland Hills Texas before returning home, taking a morning flight from Will Rogers World Airport. With Fran’s departure, Gary enjoying time with his daughter, being introduced to Allison’s dance studio and a congenial visit from Marlo’s mother Kaye, Gary not having seen or talked to his ex-wife in several years.
Will Rogers World Airport
With Fran’s return, a final night in Oklahoma City, Chris providing an early morning ride to the airport, the couple having discussed a layover in Denver. Fran having a friend, John Madden, a practicing attorney in Denver. The two meeting in 1960‘s when he was a member of the renown folk group, the Serendipity Singers, the two having corresponded through the years. The returning couple giving thought about the possibility of a layover until their arrival in Denver, finding the weather deteriorating with a forecast for snow, plus not having made any reservations for a stopover, both weary deciding they would continue, a Denver trip postponed for another day.
Fran & Gary’s Modesto residence
With their arrival home, Gary somewhat disappointed that neither his ore Fran’s adjusted itinerary had come to full fruition, but grateful for the meaningful time he had with his family and in the same respect accepting that the best laid plans in life aren’t always what life has planned for us.
It was a planned visit, Fran’s cousin Rhoda Turner securing air travel from New Jersey to the West Coast, in part to visit with Gary and Fran but also to acquaint another cousin, Robert Remski whom she had never met, a resident of Oakdale, a small community a short distance from the Willson’s in Modesto. Gary proclaiming the Buick to the 580 freeway, traversing the windy Altamont Pass to the Bay Area, voyaging across the San Mateo Bridge, then north on the El Camino Real arriving at the San Francisco International Airport. The couple greeting Rho as she descended from the secured departure upper level, a visit to the baggage retrieving station, the creative Rhoda having no problem identifying her garment luggage as she had tied a colored scarf on it’s handle for quick identification. The transitioning journey to Modesto enabling Gary an opportunity to get acquainted with the lady from New Jersey.
Fran & Gary’s Modesto residence
Rhoda and Fran
Cousins Rhoda and Robert
An arrival in Modesto, Gary having confirmed his new-found relative a very delightful lady, Rhoda’s straight to the point with conversation, disguising a subtle hidden sense of humor. The following day a knock at the door, cousin Robert, a person Gary judged to be his age introducing himself. The introductory cousin having reached retirement age spending his time with travel, proposing a venture to nearby Knights Ferry. Gary declining, unable to attend because of his work commitment, Fran and Rho accepting the offer to journey eastward towards the Sierra Foothills. Knights Ferry not a well publicized attraction was established in 1849 a historical landmark in California history on highway 108, the original ferry fording the Stanislaus River having been replaced in 1852 by a toll bridge. After the flood of 1863 it was replaced with the longest covered bridge west of the Mississippi River, the structure across the Stanislaus River 330 ft in length. Robert chauffeuring the group, the threesome having a luncheon afternoon, Rhoda able to experiencing the foothills of Stanislaus County.
Toll Plaza
The Oakland – San Francisco Bay Bridge
Upper Yerba Bueno tunnel
Gary making a decision to take a day off from work when Robert offered to drive the three to San Francisco in his high mileage older Chevrolet. Gary sitting in the front seat, somewhat cautious of Roberts driving ability giving directions as Robert was new to California having yet to journeyed to San Francisco. Continuing on 580 thru Oakland, approaching the Bay Bridge, the thirteen lanes of interchange prorate into the five lanes of the westward upper deck to San Francisco. The bottom deck now dedicated for eastern travel to Oakland, the three dollar toll having increased from the twenty-five cents of Gary’s childhood days. Gary recalling his youthful past when the top deck was for cars and the bottom deck for the “A Train,” an earlier version of BART the new bay area rapid transit to San Francisco and all other vehicles with more than two axles. Vividly remembering the station stop at Yerba Buena, better known as Treasurer Island, sailors disembarking from the “A train” to acquaint the navy base established during the second world war. Gary residual with his memories, not projecting his thoughts, Rho’s cousin Robert continuing with his conversation.
Pier 39 – Fisherman’s wharf
Rhoda at San Francisco’s Fisherman’s Wharf
A delightful never forgotten aroma
Nothing changed in 40 years
The entrance to ‘The City by the Bay’ found the foursome’s first stop at pier 39, Fisherman’s Wharf. Embarking on a tour of the shops, exploring the realm of North Beach, a tourist haven with a diversity composed from all ethnics of the globe. Gary having explored this dominion since his teen years, the area a familiar friend, never staggered with it’s display or offerings. The fragrance of the bay, the open air seafood pavilions, the smell of crabs steaming from the boiling pots, their presentations being displayed, a continuous insurmountable number of visitors partaking of their delight. Gary’s reminiscing, the entertaining pier area hadn’t changed in forty years, the cable cars, the maritime museum, it was the same, an anamnesis of life, the vision, sounds and the atmosphere still flowed, it’s presence still indwelling within him as ghost from the past. A walk to Pier 33 found the visitors at the Alcatraz embarkation ferry, normally booked far in advance, but on this day for some unexplained reason tickets were available. Boarding the Blue and Gold Ferry, Gary looking forward to a journey that he had attempted to make many times in the past, having viewed this prison island perceived as “the Rock” from afar. Exposed to its history and relevance, his sense of expectancy was enthused, a lifelong ambition being fulfilled.
Rhoda, Fran and Gary about to board
Approaching The Rock
Rhoda on Broadway
Rhoda and Fran, the ruins of the Social Hall the Native Americans burned in 1964
Clint Eastwood in Escape From Alcatraz
The escapee’s – the outcome never determined
Aboard the Blue & Gold, the prevailing leeward wind of San Francisco Bay embracing all who ventured on deck, the craft approaching Alcatraz. Gary wondering about the mindset of those future fortress residents making this trip, knowing what their incarcerating destination would enthrall. The craft berthing on the east side of the island, the throng of adventitious tour visitors disembarking. The Park Guide directing the exploratory group up the quarter-mile walk to the Main Cellhouse. Entering the capacious building, tour headsets were made available giving a narration as they journey thru the tiers of prison cells, down Broadway, the name given to the central cell area. Passing the barred residence of Al Capone, Albert Stroud the Birdman of Alcatraz and the cells of Frank Morris, John and Clarence Anglin, made famous from the Clint Eastwood movie “Escape from Alcatraz”, their fate still unknown. The only documented successful escape from the facility was by John Paul Scott on December 16, 1962, able to swim the three miles to Fort Point beneath the Golden Gate Bridge, being found by teenagers, the exhausted inmate suffering from the hypothermia from the 46 degree water temperature was returned to captivity. Gary finding the 2 ½ hours of touring somewhat familiar and interesting, the three-tiered facility, its dining room, kitchen and outside recreational area pictured in the Eastwood movie were authentic. A major cost to the producers was $500,000 to route a cable for electricity from San Francisco, the power plant capability on the island was discontinued upon it‘s closing.
Alcatraz view from the Hyde Street cable car
The Trans-America Pyramid from Chinatown
Another entrance to Golden Gate Park
Their Alcatraz adventure fulfilled, strolling back to Pier 39 the foursome walking to the Powell Street-Hyde Street cable car line embarkation in Aquatic Park for Chinatown. Arriving at the Chinatown’s Jackson Street stop, Gary taking notice of the time, it was approaching late afternoon, a decision being made to forgo a tour of Chinatown, the cable car ride would suffice. The visitors walking up the steep incline to Mason Street, boarding the Powell-Mason cable line back to Bay Street and Fisherman’s Wharf. The group once again addressing their automotive endeavor, their San Francisco visit not yet concluded. Gary providing directions down Van Ness Blvd to a route that he had made many times in his youth, the electric bus route on McAllister Street. By following the bus’ overhead power lines it would take them to Fulton Street, Golden Gate Park and their final destination the Pacific Ocean.
Ocean from Fulton
Rhoda acquainting the Pacific Ocean for the first time
Old Playland at the Beach
Playlands replacement
The Cliff House Restaurant
Presidio Marker
The view from Fulton Street when approaching the ocean was majestic, the cascading crest of the waves their voice proclaiming its sound of eminence, the breaking onrush reclining after caressing the beach leaving its presence known on the sand. The excursion to the ocean formatted so Fran’s cousin Rhoda, from the east coast, could embed her feet in the West Coast Pacific Ocean, which she did, the group embracing to share her desire. Gary having a deja vu moment, these scenes like others of a youthful remembrance, across the Great Highway that bordered the ocean once beheld the magnificent Playland at the Beach, the famous park with it’s Fun House, Roller Coaster, Merry-go-Round and exciting rides, the penny arcade with its mutoscope viewing machines, sadly their existence being replaced with high-rise condominiums for those who could accord the luxury of premium beach front property. Gary directing Robert back to the North Beach area, the roadway leading past the famous Cliff House Restaurant, Seal Rock, the Presidio, the once famous military facility from WWII, now a commercial enterprise. Once again reaching the Embarcadero that lead to the Folsom Street entrance to the Bay Bridge. Gary questioning Robert driving after watching him run three red lights, relief arriving, the departure from San Francisco coming to a conclusion, once again across the Bay Bridge.
Gary’s mom at Columbia
Mom out of uniform at Columbia State Park
Rhoda visit was not without a proxy dissentient, Fran, Rhoda and Gary journeying to Columbia, the home of his sister Nancy and the Matriarch of the Willson family, Gary’s mother, Betty. His mother in the eighth decade of her life still an active docent at Columbia State Park giving Rho and the family a private tour of this historic gold mining community from the 1850 era. Columbia being featured in many of the early western movies, the most famous being High Noon, the town having never changed, it’s history, a buttress of rural California life during the 1850’s. Rhoda, a DAR member getting to experience a western view of history, Gary noting that the American revolution didn’t end in the 1700’s but continued on for another 100 years of life in this nation only with a different context.
Always Welcomed
Cousin Rhoda’s visit ending, Gary and Fran found the travel from Modesto to the San Francisco Airport mandarin, accommodating her return to New Jersey, her presence and actualization exemplary of a most enjoyable person, a sadness prevailed with her departure, she would be missed.
It was Francis Marion Harriot’s 40th high school class reunion in Hoboken New Jersey and the celebrated journey was about to begin, The Willson’s much prompted about the venture, Gary having never been to the east coast with the exception of his flight to Orlando. The couple arriving at an early morning hour at the Modesto Airport, a SkyWest united airlines embraer 120 awaiting, the prop driven aircraft to transport the couple to the San Francisco for a united flight to Denver, the first leg of their easterly journey.
The new Denver Airport – from a distance resembling a desert tent city
Arriving at the new Denver International Airport, Gary somewhat surprised at tent like architecture having addressed the old Stapleton Airport in past. The layover enabling the couple time to eat, discovering a never before seen McDonald’s. The couple boarding their nonstop United seven 57 to BWI, the Baltimore/ Washington Thurmond Marshall International Airport. Gary enjoying the extended air time at a window seat with a view of the contouring earth from 37,000 feet. With their arrival the couple embarking from the secure upper level. waiting at the foot of the escalator was the patriarch of the Harriot family, Fran’s brother Ray. The eldest Harriot having taken time off from his employment with the NSA, (National Security Agency for the United State Department of Defense). The three exiting the aerodrome complex, the couple having been invited to spend three nights with their host, driving to the Harriot’s impressive home in Laurel Maryland. Ray and his wife Jan proffering an excursion to Washington DC in the morning, Gary enthused at the prospects.
Fran and Brother Ray
The dawning of the new day, the two couples journeying to Washington DC, the Capital building and the National Mall. Ray having spent a beneficial part of his life working in and around the Capital, having no difficulty acquiring an indoor parking area within walking distance of their objective. . the couples starting their tour west of the capital, a 1.9 mile walk to encompass all the reaches of the mall. The visitors discovering many other diversified groups besides visiting sightseers, including joggers, employees on a lunch break and organized groups playing football.
Ray acting as their provincial tour guide as they approached the Washington Monument, the 555 foot obelisk built of granite, marble and blue stone gneiss, the construction of the memorial starting in 1848 and the cap stone crowning finally being placed some forty years later in 1884 . Continuing on with their journey, coming upon the World War Two reflections pool with its cascading fountains, the couples stopping to read the inscriptions. Onto the newest memorial addition canonizing those veterans of the Korean War, again taking a temporal length of time to view the presence of their enshrinement. Standing in a grove of trees was another memorial, its rotunda endowed pillars giving tribute to the 2 million Americans having spanned the ocean during the first world war.
Lincoln Memorial Building
Lincoln still presiding
Vietnam Wall
The far reaches of the National Mall found the prestigious tribute to whom Gary had envisioned throughout his life, the Lincoln Memorial. Gary singularly venturing up the steps to the monument, the others of his coalition observing from below. Standing in the presence of Abraham Lincoln, his ingrained stone effigy sitting in a chair, its presence not just a monument, but a signature representing the stature of america, resonating on the words this great president had spoken. Alone within the privilege of the presidents, no one to distract his thoughts, a rumination of history prevailing Lincoln’s lifelong dedication to our country and to the ascendancy that stands before his memorial today. Gary joining the others in a retention from the Memorial, a return journey towards the Capital Building. the north side of the National Mall encompassed a tribute to those who contributed in the Vietnam conflict. Gary journeying to the Vietnam veterans memorial, a black marble structured with the names of those who had fallen in battle in Vietnam. Fran excluding herself, not wanting to partake of the wall having graduated from high school in 1966, many friends having been drafted for the war in Vietnam, her acquaintances names being engraved, Fran desiring to remember them as they were.
Smithsonian Air & Space Museum complex
Smithsonian Air and Space Museum
A walk back to the parking garage, a visit to the Smithsonian remaining on the agenda. The Smithsonian composed of 19 complex’s, Gary realizing they could spend days exploring the depth of its realm, a decision being made to choose a single complex. The late afternoon to be spent at the Air and Space pavilion, it’s premise displaying everything from Charles W Lindbergh’s “The Spirit of St. Louis tethered from the ceiling, to the Mercury, Gemini, Apollo and Space Shuttle missions, with an array of aircraft representative of the generations. The many exhibits capturing a substantial amount of time, Gary ready to exit the touring cortège, the others all in agreement. With the wondrous day coming to a conclusion, a return to Maryland was incurred. Once returning to the Harriot’s residence, the evening hour finding a visit from Fran’s other brother Bob whom she hadn’t seen in years, Bob hosting a lady friend named Sarah . Gary now having the opportunity to meet both of Fran’s older brothers, recognizing the congeniality that resided within the family.
Another dawning of a Maryland morning, Jan preparing a commendable breakfast, fuel for the upcoming adventurous day, the foursome journeying to Gettysburg Pennsylvania. The highway beckoned, Gary noticing the difference between the major highways in the east and those in California, the unkempt trash laden highways of California a visual testimonial to some of its citizenry. With their arrival at the Gettysburg National park, the two couples entering the Battlefield National Museum. The nine room museum exhibiting artifacts from the Civil War, the uniforms, armament and photo excerpts from the era, but most impressive to Gary was the Battlefield Auditorium. The auditorium, a large room with bleachers on one side looking down upon a large tabled epitome of the battle of Gettysburg, the two-opposing army’s positions highlighted with different colored lights. As the simulated battle progressed, the lights would give action to their battlefield positions, a representation of what transpired in 1863 Gettysburg, it being the bloodiest battleground of the Civil War and where Union Major General George Meed’s, Army of the Potomac engaged Confederate General Robert E Lee’s Army of Virginia. The three-day battle commencing on July first 1863, resulting in 51,113 casualties divided between the north and south, but all americans. The dedication for the Soldiers National Cemetery and the Gettysburg Address was given by president Lincoln 4 and ½ months after the battle .
Gettysburg Park Guide
Ray and Jan Harriot
The two couples exiting the museum joining the tourist group accompanying the park guide up the gentle rises of the cemetery. The guide providing commentary at the monuments, Gary overlooking the historic Gettysburg battleground, finding an acquiesce of solitude, realizing the chronicles of significance that had transpired on this hallowed ground, its meaning and the aura of the past still remaining. With the afternoon sun beginning to twain, a somber accolade of american history having been fulfilled, a return to Maryland and a quiet evening spent in anticipation of the morrow. Ray and Jan graciously offering to drive Gary and Fran to cousin Rhoda’s in Vineland new jersey, a distance of 130 miles. the long morning drive completed, ray and Jan remaining just long enough to convey their greeting having over two hours of apprehensive road travel for their return. Gary impressed and ever thankful for the extended hospitality of ray and Jan.
The couple taking pleasure in their visit to Rhoda’s fashionable trailer park abode. Gary impressed with her Willie nelson wall, a portrait of the acclaimed musician and other tributes, Rhoda a proclaimed fan having met Willie at a concert in Jackson New Jersey and of course Gary mentioning that he meant Willie when playing in Wichita Falls Texas in the sixties. It was during a time Willie had a top-of the chart hit, the party’s over. The star having performed at the Wichita Falls Auditorium, he and several other well-known western musicians had cavalcaded to the club where Gary and The Untouchables were playing. Willie, a clean-shaven suit and tie attired musician sitting in with the band. Jerry Willis the band’s guitar player commenting later that the young Willie had the worst timing for a musician that he had ever played with, a trait that would soon become willies trademark. Rho was a perfect hostess having prepared dinner, the two recalling remembrances from the prior years when an unexpected visitor arrived, another cousin, Rhoda’s brother Tate, making an unexpected appearance. Fran also discovering that Rhoda’s sister Dottie was within walking distance, another visit to someone from her past .
The new jersey evening making an appearance, the couple aware of the hour. Rho driving them to downtown Vineland to a Days Inn within walking distance of the bus station for their morning journey to New York city and on to Hoboken. Later that evening in their room, Gary answered a knock at the door, a black man expecting another person. A second knock at eleven o’clock and another person with a questionable look on his face. Gary walked down to the motel office, asking the desk clerk if there was some reason people were knocking at his door, suspicious the motel and their room might have something to do with drugs. he requested a room change but the night clerk declined, saying he would inform the police and request drive-by’s for the rest of that night and wouldn’t be bothered again. Gary’s returning to the room reassuring Fran, mentioning the desk clerks solution. Fran laughing with a comment. Welcome To New Jersey .
The couple rising from their nights repose at the Days Inn, neither Fran or Gary having slept very well, somewhat concerned about the strangers knocking at their door late that night. but that didn’t still their morning appetite, the two deciding on breakfast at Denny’s. checking out, the couple walking the four blocks to the new jersey transit bus station on Landis avenue for an Atlantic City bus, then onto the Port Authority Terminal in New York City. Their arrival time in Atlantic City was timed perfect, dismounting one bus and boarding another for New York, a 2 1/2 125 mile excursion. Gary enjoying the vista of the tree-lined garden state parkway as a passenger having spent a lifetime as a driver. Notice of the journeys end was given when the iconic skyline of New York City from the Jersey side of the Hudson river came into view
The new York Port Authority building, located between 40th and 42nd street, the largest bus station in the world, over 7,200 buses per week line up to take on passengers. The couple disembarking, Fran back on familiar ground from her youthful ventures to the City, Gary impressed with the thrive of the New Yorker’s, their attitude of purpose in pursuit of their goals, Displaying the spirit of America. The subway entrance to Hoboken being on the same block as grand Central Station, the name a misnomer, misled by Hollywood as it’s not a station stop but the starting and ending of subway lines officially known as Grand Central Terminal. Gary in no hurry, desiring to see the wondrous architectural structure, the building consuming 48 acres of land, with two levels below ground, 41 tracks on the first below ground level, with 26 tracks on-the Second. The structure having started construction in 19 oh 3, a new additions completed in 1913. The building consuming many restaurants, shops and galleries, Gary marveling that the builders of this hundred year old pavilion could never have visualized they were building a prototype of today’s modern Mall .
The street entrance to the subway was like entering an underground cavern of walkways, much to Gary’s surprise, subway tickets were available from a vending machines and even more surprising, the tickets were only $2.00 per person. A directory providing a track number, the posted walkway signs providing directions to their intended platform. With the MTA subways arrival Gary entered the train experiencing daja vu , it was like a scene from a Hollywood Productions. It was as if he had done this before, but knowing it had to be caused by a lifetime of viewing movies. The couple seated, crossing beneath the Hudson River, the first stop being the Holland Station in New Jersey. Exiting with baggage in hand, having made reservations and knowing that the Holland Hotel Motor Lodge was within a four blocks radius but not sure which direction. The couple approached a parked cab to inquirer the directions to the Hotel, the driver predicating an offer to drive them the short distance .
Checking in, the hotels second floor accommodations were exceptional, a window view of the entrance to the Holland Tunnel. Gary somewhat intrigued, watchful of 10 lanes of tunnel traffic funneled down to two lanes for entrance by single traffic officer. The room vantage point also provided a river view of the New York City skyline, the stately Empire State Building presiding over that domain since 911,. Settling in, the couple discovering the facility was without food service except for vending machines and complimentary morning pastries and coffee. but the inquisition was soon remedied with a burger king a block away .
A wake up call, morning coffee and donuts before greeting the new York city tour Bus, a day long excursion about to unfold. It was not a surprised when discovering the touring convenience was a retired MTA bus, the couple seated in the front seat across from the driver. The two finding themselves in conversation with the younger transit chauffeur, the driver with his pronounced New Jersey accent proclaiming himself as a boxing enthusiast. Gary relating his past indulgence of the sport, the bus driver expelling the time he was in the ring with Hector Camacho as a sparring partner and winning the session. Gary coming back with the story of Milo Savage during the fifties, the only fighter on TV to tell his opponent that his shoes were untied, his opponent looking down, then blasting him. Gary smiling to himself, sitting across from the New Jersey bus driver, the conversation an enjoyable congruous tactility of New Jersey hospitality. The first hour of travel was spent making several stops acquiring the other twenty members of the tour. Arriving in New York City, the bus making a brief hesitation at a hotel in Midtown Manhattan to acquire a Tour Guide, a prestigious black man in his fifties, with a delightful personality mentioning that he was an actor performing in Off-Broadway Productions and had appeared in many of the Law & Order television programs as an extra.
Their first tour stop, Central Park, the bus halting at Central Parkway and west 72nd across from the Dakota Hotel, the tour guide pointing out that it was where John Lennon meant his demise at the hands of Mark David Chapman. Disembarking, the tourist group was conducted to the 22 acres of the park lake, a small portion of the 845 acre Park. The Guide giving notice of the extensive walking and bridle paths, A Zoo, two ice skating areas, an amphitheater, six miles of circular drives and the many conservative gardens, plus a 106 acre reservoir maintaining a hundred billion gallons of water named after Jacqueline Onassis Kennedy. the fresh water reservoir decommissioned as a water source as it was no longer needed. Gary having realization that this was more than a park to the residence, it represented the privileged city pride of being a New Yorker .
The refreshing experience concluded, the tour bus stopping at St Patrick’s Cathedral, the group embarking on an On your own Tour, the historic landmark church capturing Gary’s attention. Entering alone, Fran deciding she would pass on the Catholicism cathedral. The awe inspiring construction was started in 1858, but not completed until 18 79, like so many projects of that era, the civil war, and its aftermath caused a delay. The visitor experiencing a historical presence walking in this prominent house of worship, over 5 million people per year entering this realm. Gary with camera in hand walked towards the sanctuary, experiencing an aura of deity with the ornamental and august pillars, the darkened lighting providing an ambiance of sanctity. entering the sanctuary he was approached being told that pictures were forbidden in this area, but the epistle was given too late, Gary already had snapped his picture .
The couple once again embarking the tour bus, stopping at Rockefeller Center, a 19 building complex started in the 30’s in Midtown Manhattan between 5th and 6th Avenue and 48th and 51st street. the complex composing 22 acres of Midtown, the 70 storied Art Deco Rockefeller Plaza Building being erected and the Radio City Music Hall added on 50th street. Gary mentioning to Fran about having seen the skating rink at Rockefeller Center in several movies and how spacious it looked, especially in the movie Love Story with Ryan O’Neal and Ali McGraw, but in person, the skating rink was just a pittance in size of what was proclaimed on the big screen. the tour resuming, a journey thru New York City Chinatown, the guide pointing out points of interest. Entering the infamous Greenwich Village, a discovery point for Bob Dylan, Jimi Hendricks, James Taylor and Barbra Streisand, all with frequent appearances at the Bitter End, the Café Au Go Go, and the Gaslight Café. The heritage of the village now recognized as an american icon in the chronicles of music History .
The tour continuing, Ground Zero, Gary somewhat disappointed expecting a temporary memorial dedicated to those whom had lost their lives, instead a chain link fence and a bleak view of poured concrete where the below ground plaza and terminals once occupied. The construction site was a cold ambiguous scene to those visitors who had never witnessed the Twin Towers, unlike Fran who had worked in the towers at one time. Traversing the final journey aboard the New York City Tour Bus, an excursion to Liberty Park and the Ellis Island Terminal, the transportation hub from the past. The Victorian facility built in 1889, a train station terminal consisting of 20 tracks and 16 boarding station, where upwards of 9 to 12 million immigrants from Ellis Island finally discovered their destiny, the station discontinued in 1969 Gary observing the boarding platforms and tracks, now overgrown with weeds, many of the 20 railroad tracks no longer presence. A 1920 scene resonating within him, his mind picturing the past, the station bustling with activity, filled with those from abroad looking for an opportunity to find a new life. Outside the Victorian terminal, the once used docking area for many of the ferry boats during that earlier era sitting empty except for the two used by Ellis and Liberty island circle line Tour Cruise
Gary and Fran boarding a Circle Line passenger ferry, the wind cascading up the Hudson from the Atlantic giving them the feeling of nature’s presence. Ellis Island their first destination, the sight a presence of promise to the many that had come before them. disembarking, the couple left to sunder and explore this relic from the past on their own. The luncheon hour having elapsed, finding within this monument of the past a continence of fast food cuisine, the couple partaking of its opportunity. Gary impressed with the displays and pictures from this landmark of American History, walking the halls absorbing the renaissance of a hundred years, observing and reading the trials of the many who had converged, the inscriptions of past generations finding enlightenment having past thru this wondrous building constructed in 1892, it’s demise rendered in 1954., the building vacated left unattended and deteriorating for eleven years when a group of concerned citizens took notice and pursued a national museum endeavor, a everlasting gift to America.
A continuance of adventure, the couple once again claiming passage on the tourist passenger ferry, soon approaching Liberty Island, a scant ¾ of a mile from the departed Ellis Island. A majestic panoramic scene from their floating endeavor, the symbol of American freedom, The Statue of Liberty, its 305 foot shadowing presence enthroning an overwhelming feeling of patriotism. With the docking embarkation, the couple journeying to the Liberty Island Museum, viewing exhibits, absorbing its history,. In the 16 hundreds, the 14 ½ acre island was once proclaimed as Oyster Island because of the perfusion of oysters found by the early settlers. Gary well aware of the fishing endeavors of the 16 hundreds, the first Willson arriving and settling with the Massachusetts Bay Colony, Michael Willson born in Dedham Massachusetts in 1644. Other names bestowed to the future Liberty Island landmark was Bedloe’s Island, a private summer residence of Archibald Kennedy, the Earl of Cassilis in the 17 hundreds and later during the Revolutionary and War of 18 12 it became a military bastion named Fort Wood, its relic finally being dismantled in 1944.
Gary and Fran circling the icon statue, but because of renovation work they were unable to traverse the stairway within the celebrated monument. Standing before the Lady of Liberty instilled an everlasting remembrance, acknowledging the sight of it was an inspiration not only to those who stood in its presence today but to the millions who traveled here with a hope for a new beginning. Once again boarding the Circle Line ferry returning to the illustrious Victorian Terminal, the boat docking at one of its no longer used slips. The Willson’s awaiting their New York City tour bus and a return to the Holland Hotel, a conclusion of their one day tour of New York City, the purpose of their journey to continue .
Gary and Fran Finding no rush to check out of the Holland Hotel in the morning, Gary trekking to the lobby to secure the complimentary pastries, gathering a diet Pepsi for Fran and a cup of coffee for himself. the couple awaiting Fran’s high school classmate Vicki and husband Sal Mattessich, who graciously agreed to accommodate the Willson’s move, having reservations at the reunion hotel. The Mattessich’s having driven 380 miles from Hubbard Ohio to attend the Hoboken High School 1966 Class reunion. Departing the Holland Hotel, Sal at the helm, the two couples traversing the highway to Rutherford and the Meadowland Hotel located a mile from Giants Stadium, home of the National Football New York Giants and Jets. Gary enjoying the excursion finding humorous moments during their peregrination, Vicki administering corrections to Sal’s driving, whom as a truck driver most of his life was quite able, Sal apparently used to his wife’s-comments, taking it all in stride. Arriving at the Renaissance Meadowland Hotel, their reservations confirmed, the desk clerk noting Fran’s name, asserting that a Bob Santangelo had inquired about her, Bob a Hoboken High classmate .
Fran’s mother Gladys
Fran’s father whom she was named after – Francis Marion Harriot
Francis Harriot in postal uniform
A somewhat older Gladys Helen Harriot
Hoboken Post Office branch named for William E.J. Harriot changed to Sinatra after the stars demise
Hoboken Post Office Letterhead
The wives huddling together, then informing Gary and Sal they wanted to return to Hoboken, having been years since they traveled down Washington Street, designated 40 years ago as the Avenue. Fran anointed as a native of Hoboken, espousing from a full-time working mother Gladys and her father, Francis Marion, whom she was named after and upheld a family occupation as a member of the Postal Service. Her grandfather William EJ Harriot a Hoboken Postmaster, the Hoboken Postal Branch named in his honor, but later a casualty of the misaligned passing tributes to Hoboken disavower Frank Sinatra. The town having currently evolved from its past, the once primary residence of 3 and 4 story walk-up apartments now converted into exclusive condominiums with elevators, Fran discerning that this wasn’t the Hoboken she grew up in
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The travelers stopping at Stan’s Sporting Goods, a convenience still remaining from the past and with Fran’s return, Gary was now sporting a Hoboken Red Wings hat. A second stop at the Hoboken Museum, the two couples entering thru the alcove on Hudson Street, a single hostess seated at a desk welcoming them. Gary perceiving the historic photographs of the military shipyard repair docks from both World Wars. Posted was a tribute to the once proud Hoboken factories of Lipton Tea, Maxwell House Coffee, hostess confectionery, the infamous Bethlehem Steel Corporation and the historic Delaware, Lackawanna and Western train stations, all from a past era enhancing this small community of one square mile. Hoboken a paramount contributor to the commence of the nation, but its industrial presence no longer standing, the town just a footnote of its historic past
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The couples stopping for a bite to eat, then to attend the high school open house, a large welcome sign posted to greet the returning graduates. The assemblage filing into the auditorium for a welcoming ceremony from the school officials. the alumni dispersing to walk the halls and rooms of memories, exchanging the anamneses of teachers and specific events of forty years ago. Gary a meaningful witness to the afterthoughts of those who cherished the past and throes of youthful exuberance . The school tour fulfilled, the two couples and most of the touring group journeying the two blocks to the high school athletic field, the Red Wings football team hosting the Emerson Cavaliers. A special area cordoned off for the 1966 alumni, the school band playing the national anthem, the public address announcer presenting special recognition to the attendance of the alumni. Gary a high school football enthusiast, soon discovered the Red Wings team was in a different league than the struggling Cavaliers, a light rain beginning in the second half, but like true Red Wings fans they stayed to its conclusion, the Red Wings winning the game 61 to zero, a gift to the attending alumni. The evening events coming to a conclusion, Sal and Vicki returning the couple to the Renaissance Hotel and an appreciative night’s sleep, the morrow reunion festivities awaiting .
The couple dressing for the occasion, Gary appropriately in a suit and tie, Fran stunningly radiant in her dress, the couple perambulating downstairs to the convention center, Gary somewhat surprised at the number in attendance. The dimmed lighting and music of the sixties resonating, a free alcohol beverage bar that included champagne and vintage wines was available. The buffet was unbelievable, including calamari and escargot. Fran acquainting many fellow classmates that she hadn’t contemplated in years, including Karen Jensen, Fran Sneyers and Nick and Rita Herr. Gary being introduced to the amenities from Fran’s past, the current Hoboken Chief of Police Carmen La Bruno and finally Bobby Santangelo making his presence known. The evening coming to a conclusion with an elevator ride to their room, the couple weary, but dexterous for their return home .
The morning dawning, Fran and Gary meeting again with Sal and Vicki whom generously proffered their transportation to the Newark Liberty Airport, a Boeing 757 awaiting the their flight home. The couple for the second time discussing about a stay in Denver for a day, Fran in the past desiring to acquaint a long time special friend. John Madden, whom for over the past thirty years was a practicing attorney, their friendship beginning in the 60’s when he was a member of the acclaimed Serendipity Singers. The prestigious 7 57 lifting off the ground, Gary able to see the illustrious observance of Hoboken, the island of Manhattan and New York City, the remembrance of this visit forever leonine, a memory not to be forgotten. Reaching the throes of the morning blue sky, the winged vessel heading westward, the magnificent view of the terrain passing beneath the expeditious craft, Gary as usual a sentinel of flight , mesmerized by the flow of the earth’s contour, its splendor a captivating scene, the hours passing as an abeyance.
An arrival at Denver International Airport, the largest area airport in the United States, providing landings of over 600,000 aircraft per year, but not a hub for any major airline with the exception of low-cost Frontier Airlines which caters to only 76 destinations. The weather was once again a factor for the couple to question a layover with thunderstorms and rain, electing once again to postpone their visit, the couple boarding their scheduled United Airlines flight and continuing on to San Francisco. The 737 United flight from Denver to the west coast was one of familiarity, Gary once again affixed to a window, absorbing the wonders of flight, descending over the north bay area on its final approach, the 7 37 setting down on runway 10 R, their journey about completed. An hour wait before boarding a United Express Embraer 1 20 turboprop craft, the last leg of their flight. Again the familiar terrain of the Altamont Pass and the Central Valley coming into view, their journey to Modesto fulfilled, all that remained was their taxi ride home
Returning to work, Gary having thoughts about their journey east, realizing that for Fran, it wasn’t just a class reunion, but a Harriot family reunion and a way-stop in life, to acknowledge the past, recognize the present and forecast the future”. Gary having discovered thru the years that One never knows the value of a moment Until it becomes a Memory .
Two thousand seven, Gary’s seventh year at Colony Park, the 6:30 a.m. morning alarm giving notice of a new day, beginning to be an adversary rather than a welcomed friend, discovering with his 66th year of earthly presence, an inveterate avidity for the 99 bed skilled nursing facility was beginning to wane. A passing thought, age might have something to do with it, but a new energizing contingency coming into focus, Colony Park and all 11 facilities making up Healthcare Management Corporation were chronicled for purchase. The LLC’s bottom line showing a deficiency, rumored it was not to any paucity of CEO Arden Bennett, but the corporation’s CFO (chief financial officer), having persuaded the board of directors to purchase additional facilities of which he was a major stockholder, including the Watsonville East and West, dual facilities, under state scrutiny for violations and operated at a loss.
. The clamor of the unforeseen news soon wearing off, the only immediate difference was Brad Kikuta, resuming his position as an acting Administrator, engaging Gary to furtherance the cosmetic appearances of the facility, including painting the building exterior. Gary purchasing a Wagner paint sprayer at Home Depot, being honest with Brad, mentioning that he wasn’t the best at spray painting, and not surprised when Brad, although having never spray painted before, was willing to work with him. The team intact, Brad spray painting, Gary rolling and brushing the eaves, window frames and other sprayer inaccessible areas.
. Gary made aware of coming events, a detailed analysis of the building and all the plant, medical, safety and office equipment, plus resident room beds and furnishings, basically a complete inventory of everything but the kitchen sink, all a requirement for the sale. The process known as Due Diligence, included a detailed account of the exact size and physical attributes of the buildings, even to the point of separating carpeted area from the tiled, and included opening the fiscal, employment, state health and safety records for inspection .
. Thru the years, Gary having been befriended by the owners of Johnson Rug Company, Dennis Pankow, his wife Sue and Daughter Kim, at first employing their company to replace the tile in the resident’s room on a scheduled basis, but because of the impending sale, Brad wanting to finish all the remaining resident rooms. The environmental supervisor making a decision to do the installation himself. Gary scheduling the event on mornings when Brad was available, the administrator never-failing to volunteer as a participant after the tile adhesive had cured, and ready to be laid. Other improvement included replacing the floor tile in the business office, and removing the age-old carpet in the conference room, which refused to come up without the use of a motorized carpet scraper that Dennis loaned at no charge. All being replaced with carpet squares, the face lifting of Colony Park, becoming a reality because of Due Diligence for the prospective sale of Healthcare Management.
. Country Villa, the largest privately owned procurer of nursing homes in the State, a Reissman family operation, with over 50 facilities, having purchased all the assets of Healthcare Management except for the corporate office in Madera. A curiosity rising among the department supervisors as to what changes the new company would bring. During a meeting, Brad assuring all, the transition would be amenable and he would remain as temporary administrator, also disclosing, he was the only Healthcare Management corporate executive ask to remain, adding he would be assuming responsibilities as vice president in charge of Country Villa’s Northern Region, which including their newly acquired facilities.
. Gary being informed his position as Environmental Service Supervisor would no longer be envisioned, as Country Villa contracted a commercial management company for housekeeping, janitorial and laundry services. Brad ensuring all current environmental service department workers would retain their employment status, and wage seniority as employees with the new company. Gary’s position, the only one that was amended, relieved of his management responsibilities, retaining his duty as maintenance supervisor and safety director, and once again to join the ranks of the hourly wage earners. His maintenance assistant Ray transferred to the janitorial department to retain employment under the new contracted service company.
. With the new corporate management changes a certainty, it soon became apparent when 17 assertive healthcare professional advisors from Country Villa’s southern California Corporate office ascended on the new acquisition. Brad as interim administrator was somewhat candor, giving the department’s supervisors a briefing about the assets of the Country Villa and the upcoming restructuring and improvements. One of the first projects on the agenda was a replacement of the co-generation H vac system installed in the 90’s under the auspicious of Valley Air in Fresno. Gary having maintained a good relationship with the Fresno company and their northern area service personnel, John and Brandon, the two giving Colony Park service call priority. Gary was relieved when the H vac contract for the new system was accorded to Valley Air. Six weeks into the Country Villa acquisition, Brad giving notice of another change, the hiring of a new administrator, but saying he would still maintain an office in the building, fulfilling his positions as a Country Villa Vice President for Northern California.
. The reality setting in, with a change of venue, the skilled nursing facility Colony Park, renamed Country Villa Nursing & Rehabilitation Center, now a member of the largest purveyor of Nursing facilities in California, the Country Villa Health Service Corporation. Brad not hesitating to give the supervisors a heads-up on the new facility administrator starting in June. The incoming administrator would be Rashmi Birla, with past experience as an administrator for Nexion Health in Bayview Texas, and a prior administrator for the Country Villa Westwood facility in Los Angeles. Brad making a point that this lady was an Alpha. Type, “A”, on the Jacob Goldsmith theory of personalities, aggressive, ambitious, business like, a competitive and time conscious person.
. She was married with two sons, her husband Rajnish, a physician, having acquired a position with Kaiser Permanente in Modesto. Colony Park having been a prior training facility for corporate administrators under the tutoring of Brad, the supervising staff somewhat use to being approached by a designated administrator, but at the same time having developed an aura of independence in decision-making with Brad traveling to fulfilling his corporate duties. With the new administrators arrival, the only immediate noticeable change was her time schedule, Rashmi with two young children to ready in the morning, arriving after 8 for the department supervisors 9:00 morning meeting
. Gary recognizing the difference between Country Villa Healthcare Service Corporation, and Colony Park’s diminutive, Healthcare Management, Jokingly associating to the department supervisors, when working for HealthCare Management, they might be deemed as, big fish in a Little pond, but with the prodigious Country Villa, as little fish, in a much bigger pond. The advent of improvements to the facility beginning, Valley Air contractors parking a large semi-trailer with a 100 ton mobile chiller to be used as they proceeded to disassemble the old absorption A C units cooling tower, and co-generation system, installing a new 120 ton system .
. With the new management came other changes. once a month, Brad and the department heads would meet at the Gourmet Buffet in the McHenry village shopping center for lunch, plus if there was time, a trip to McHenry Bowl for a brief lane of bowling, all compliments of Brad and most noticeably what would be missed, the monthly grill cookout for the employee’s, which now was limited to a social services activity for the residence. With the new changes, Gary finding his job less challenging, no longer responsible for the bulk of environmental service departments. The fall of 2 thousand 8, a new enigma presented itself, a hard decision in the making, maybe it was time to retire, Gary visiting with Fran, the two agreeing. Gary keeping Brad and Rashmi abreast of his and Fran’s conversation, but having no time frame in mind, offering to remain as long as necessary for them to find and familiarize someone to fill his position.
. Gary’s first knowledge that someone had been hired was when summoned to the administrator’s office, Rashmi introducing Tony as his replacement. He was somewhat surprised Rashmi hadn’t invited him to sit in on any of the interviews. but accepted the circumstance. Tony appeared to be in his late twenties or early thirties, relating he had worked as the maintenance man at an apartment complex, Gary asking some basic questions about his electrical and plumbing experience, not having been present for the interview. It was soon discovered this personable clean-cut looking replacement possessed a pretentious semblance, with little or no experience confronting problem consonant of a healthcare facility, Gary hopeful he was a quick learner, pointing out the importance documentation, recording plant equipment inspections required by the state and the necessity of a building morning walk thru to grasp the obvious or potential problems for the day
. Raul, a visiting Country Villa corporate building operations coordinator having completed an inspection of the Modesto facility, approached Gary with a list of state code requirement that needed immediate updating. Apparently, Colony Park was exempt from the updates, able to ‘grandfather in’ these technical violations. The first being the absence of G F I’s. ground fault interrupter receptacles in the break room, kitchen and 32 restrooms. The second, replacing the nonlatching window screens and other minor breaches. Gary began to notice Tony’s work related initiative was being redirected toward several of the young CN A’s, somewhat unsure how to approach the situation as there was a lack of contention from them . It wasn’t long before Tony’s extracurricular activities became manifold, mentioning a separation from his wife, and a discovery of him sleeping in his car. Rashmi apparently made aware of the situation from the nursing staff, a reprimand was enhanced. With all that was going on, Gary coming to the conclusion it was time to give a retirement date, then the unexpected happened. Rashmi calling him into her office breaking the news, Tony had given notice, having enlisted in the Army, asking if he would remain until another person could be found .
. The process enfolding once again, Brad and Rashmi interviewing for a maintenance person, but this time the position of Safety Director no longer included. A second new hire selected, Alex. Like Tony, Alex had worked as a maintenance person in an apartment complex. Gary extending his stay another month, this time determined without fanfare, he would bid a farewell to Country Villa, a clock to no longer dictate the start of his day. He was less than 90 days into his retirement when he received the phone call. He recognized the voice, it was Rashmi, asking if he could return and resume his position, adding that Alex performance was unacceptable, and she had just terminated his employment. What could one say, they both knew the answer, you never say no to a friend in need, his 6:30 a.m. morning alarm reset for the third time, compliments of Country Villa.
Inquisitive Quest 
