Remembered

23Jul14

Last Saturday, my family and I visited the 9/11 Memorial & Museum in New York. It was one of the saddest events of my life. I remember 9/11 like it was yesterday. I remember exactly how I felt while it was happening and the simmering anger that remains to this day, but I wasn’t really ready for what the Memorial and Museum had in store for me.

Saturday was, well, overwhelming is the only word I can think of. So much heartache for the survivors, the victims and those they left behind.

IMG_7411The memorial is beautiful, two wells with water flowing into them marking the footprints of the twin towers. The names of all the victims are inscribed into the bonze parapets surrounding the twin Memorial pools. Behind the pools, the new Freedom Tower rises 1,776 feet from street level.

The museum is underground and is filled with all the horror, heroism and humanity of that terrible day. Displays include smashed fire engines and police cars, part of the aircraft that were hijacked and crashed, work ID’s, credit cards, wallets, shoes, rings and  assorted other bits and pieces of every day life.

The displays are tasteful and graphic. They show how people lived and died. The parts that choked me up were the voicemails left for and by the victims. LIke the one from United Flight 93 Flight Attendant CeeCee Lyles.

In the end, it was all a little too much for me. I rushed through the last third of the museum. I just could not take any more. It’s all so sad. It’s absolutely heartbreaking.

Stepping outside pushed the sadness a little back into my consciousness. It was a beautiful day, reminiscent of the weather on September 11th, 2001.

I took a deep breath and as I was walking and speaking with my family members, I noticed what I thought was a tissue carelessly discarded on the bronze name plate circling the South Pool. It was, in fact, a wilted carnation, and just a few feet from it was a fresh red rose. The rose as been placed in the “C” in Christopher Quackenbush’s name. IMG_7419

Once I returned home, I took a few minutes to find out who Christopher was.

He was born just a couple of years before I was. He was a founding parter in a law firm with offices on the 104th floor of the South Tower. He was married and had three children. He was an ardent Mets fan and grew up playing with Creepy Crawlers, baseball cards, and pretending he was an astronaut. He drank Tang, “just like the astronauts,” as Madison Avenue repeatedly reminded us all during Saturday morning cartoons.

When I think of the 9/11 Memorial and Museum, I think not so much of the 2,996 people killed in the attacks. It’s too big a number to fully comprehend. It’s too abstract. I think about CeeCee Lyles and Christopher Quakenbush and the other individuals I was introduced to at the Museum.

Somebody put a flower in Christopher’s inscribed name, somebody who remembers him and wants the world to know that he’s remembered.

He is remembered more now then yesterday because now I know there was a man named Christopher Quakenbush who was a son, husband, father and friend and I, too, will always remember him.cq 10x10


My wife says she’s a nester and I guess I have some of that in me too. I have just traded in my 2004 Chevy Malibu Maxx and I’m both sorry and relieved to see her go.

I bought the car in May, 2005. It was a leftover 2004 model so I got a really good price. I spent a lot of time in that car, ate a ton of meals and took more than a few naps. In the end, we traveled 216,000 miles together.8999

It had some idiosyncrasies like it’s insistence on warning me of “Low Fuel” while I still had a quarter of a tank. The warning would come up on the status display, and the yellow light on the fuel gauge would come on. It was ridiculously early. So early, that I fell into the habit of setting the trip odometer to 0 when the low fuel warning came on. I learned I could go as far as 90 miles with the light on. The trip odometer became my unofficial gas gauge.

The only major repairs I ever had to do were a catalytic converter and a starter. The water pump started leaking last December, but I just kept adding anti-freeze, and then water right up until the last trip – the ride to the dealership.

Of course, there were lots of little things that broke or wore out:

The volume knob for the radio stopped working about 7 years ago -right after the warranty ran out. Good thing I had the volume set at a reasonable level when it died.

The factory-installed remote starter stopped working around that time as well.

About five years ago something strange happened; The engine warning system chimed three times then the power steering went out. It wasn’t a huge problem at highway speeds, but a slow speeds it took all my strength to turn the wheel. Over the years, this happened about 12 times, maybe more. I assumed it was just one more thing that needed to be fixed but it turns out it was a manufacturing defect. I got a letter about two weeks ago informing me that the car was part of GM’s massive recalls. Apparently, this problem has been linked to numerous accidents and some fatalities.

The arm that held up the hatchback broke a couple of years ago, so I had to prop the rear hatch open manually whenever I needed to load stuff into the back. I was always afraid it would slip and come crashing down on my head or back but it never did.

The side mirror control failed last year, but since I was the only one who drove it, I hardly ever had to move the mirrors.

All the seat control levers broke over time, so I carried a pair of vice grips so I could put the rear seats down when I had to carry a sheet of plywood, a Christmas tree, 23 bags of leaves or whatever else I had to haul. She was my family truckster and the sticks and pine needles in the trunk attest to her ability to move lots of stuff.

Something happened to the sensor that detects when it’s night or day and turns on the headlamps. It stopped working, most of the time, so my headlamps were almost always on. The downside of that, is it also automatically dimmed the dashboard lights, making it very difficult to see the odometer, trip odometer (i.e. unofficial gas gauge), radio station setting, etc. That made going those 90 miles on the light a little tricky.

She served me well, so I’m sorry to see such a fixture in my life go away, but at the same time I’m relieved I got rid of her before something really big, and expensive, failed….or the power steering went out at the wrong time and killed me.


I was an outside salesman for many years and, as a result, spent a lot of time in my car, on the road. In addition, I’ve had some really long commutes in my career, including a six-month stretch when I commuted 160 miles each way to work. Don’t ask.

Despite Howie Carr’s best efforts, the road can be a pretty boring place to spend a lot of time. I’ve always been amused by all the things one sees on the side of the highways and byways in America. You name it, it can be seen sitting somewhere next to some road.

So, as a coping mechanism for the tedium of the road, I created a mental game for myself.

Whenever I see something on the side of the road, something that was tossed out of, flew off of, was on the roof of, was once attached to a car, I create a little story about how it got there. Image

The more creative the narrative, the more miles passes below my wheels and the faster the trip seems.

Last week, I saw a gas can on the side of the road. Clearly someone, sometime, had run out of gas. Was that their can they left behind? Did they buy one and then decide to leave it? In my little narrative, the guy who left the can was a total tool who borrowed a can and didn’t return it to the gas station. I decided he was just a selfish guy who would get his comeuppance one day when he really, really, really needed a favor from a gas station.

By the way, It seems like a lot of folks who run out of gas are tools – that’s why you can’t borrow a can from a gas station. If you’re lucky, they’ll sell you a can you can buy at Walmart for $7.99 for the always inflated price of $20 and then, of course, sell you the gas to fill it.

Because of the road’s very nature, I see a lot of parts and pieces of vehicles in the road and along side it. License plates, complete bumpers, mirrors, and the shreddings of tires form the backbone of the automotive category. I once saw an entire driveshaft complete with differential laying on Route 93, and was surprised when I didn’t see the truck it fell off of down the road. I guess they towed the truck but not the parts.

I’ve seen scores of jacks abandoned in the breakdown lane. How do you leave your jack behind? Did someone literally drive their car off the jack and not realize it or not care? Odds are they’re gonna need it someday and poor Jack will still be waiting, sad and alone, along the side of the highway where they left him.

I’ve seen many purses and wallets – not hard to create a story about those, and of course, there’s always the unanswerable question (unanswerable, because at 75 mph, I’m not stopping to find out) – is there any money inside? I actually found a wallet in a parking lot once. I bought a manilla envelope and stamps and mailed it back to its owner. The only thing I opened it for was to find the owner’s drivers license. To this day, I don’t know if it was empty or chock full of cash.

Summer brings boating and sporting goods to the shoulders and medians  – life vests, coolers or, by the time they’ve hit the pavement at highway speed, more like pieces of coolers. There are also tons of lawn chairs, and collections of brightly colored umbrellas.

I’ve seen what is either a modernistic sculpture or the twisted, pretzel-like remnants of a bike in the breakdown lane. Who’s bike? What’s the story? Was this bike owned by someone who trained all winter long for that one big race, only to lose his ride on the ride to the race?

In the furniture category, I’ve seen a lot of cushions, so I assume there are a lot of sofas scattered across the region that are missing one cushion. I bet if I scoured craigslist, I’d find all those sofas, love seats and chairs that are absent a critical cushion or two. I’ve seen dressers, mattresses and their accompanying box springs, although usually not together so we’ve got two stories that intersect in a mis-matched set – a bedding salesman’s delight.

Clothing and shoes are common sights on the side of the road, one shoe only most of the time. So, I’m left driving along and thinking up a narrative. (You can see where this is going, right?) Driving along and waiting, waiting, waiting for the other shoe to drop.


I played with toys throughout my childhood and my children’s childhood. I worked in the toy industry for a few years, so I have a warm place in my heart for toys.

I was lucky to grow up in what has to be considered the golden age of toys. Never before or since have so many enduring classics been developed and produced by the nation’s toy companies.  Image

The annual Sears Wish Book was a treasure trove of exciting new products whenever it arrived. In my era, that day was a red letter day. It was a day to spend circling toys and dog-earing pages.

Toys have changed, electronics and video games rule what’s left of the industry. Most of the old time toy companies have gone belly up or been gobbled up by other toy companies. Some, slowly petered out as they desperately searched for the next big thing before their time ran out. 

Companies like Ideal Toy, Wham-O Toy, Mattel, Pressman Toy Company, Milton Bradley, Parker Brothers, Kenner Products Company, A.C. Gilbert Company, Fisher Price, Louis Marx and Company, Radio Flyer, Ertle Company once ruled the Wish Book.

Nearly every year the toy industry produced hit after hit. Just take a look at this cavalcade of classic toys:

1956 Play-Doh
1957 Frisbee
1958 Crayola 64 Box of Crayons
1959 Barbie
1960 Etch A Sketch
1961 Slip ‘N Slide
1963 Easy-Bake OvenImage
1964 G.I. Joe
1965 Super Ball
1966 Rock ‘Em Sock ‘Em Robots
1967 Spirograph
1968 Hot Wheels
1968 NERF Ball
1969 Big Wheel

Many of these are still in production, albeit in a slightly updated form, but some are gone, and probably gone forever.

ImageI have fond memories of nearly all of these toys. I can still feel the frustration of doing a beautiful Spirograph and making a mistake right at the very end. I can vividly recall getting my first Hot Wheels cars and I could recreate my favorite track layouts right now (The one that started on the roof of the garage was awesome).

Those were the days.

Of course, someday, someone else is going to have the same warm and fuzzy feeling about Call of Duty #17…as hard as that might be to imagine.


I am organizing and hosting a Science Fair at the Pheasant Lane Mall in Nashua, NH this May 17th.

This is a great way to show off your students and your school to a huge audience. I teach math/science at a private school – The Hellenic American Academy in Lowell – and my students are really excited about doing a science fair in such a public venue.

We’re creating a Rube Goldberg Machine to show off our understanding of simple machines. (You can look up the reference in the Common Core.)Science Fair

I still have room for schools that would like to promote their students fine work.  There is no charge for schools to participate, but I am limited to just 25 schools – one table per school. So, it’s first come, first served.

We’ll do one table per school so choose your best stuff or have your students do something special just for this event. The Mall will provide tables, table drops and publicity.

This is a fantastic way to highlight your science, STEM, or STEAM program and great way to show off all the cool things that your students are doing in a very public venue.

Please contact me if you have questions or would like to sign up. There’s still time, but not much, May 17th is right around the corner.


I’ve got serious TV scheduling problems. My DVR is stressed out at all the stuff I’ve asked it to do.
Here’s what my wife and I watch on Sundays:Image
The Walking Dead
Downton Abbey
The Good Wife
Cosmos
Resurrection
And tonight, add in an Army Wives two-hour special.

What do they all have in common?
Sunday 9pm.
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What the heck is going on with TV and Sunday at 9pm?

Is this the the network programmers Valhalla?

Is everyone in the entire country sitting on their couches and recliners eyes glued on the TV at precisely 9pm?

Could you, I don’t know, maybe spread it out a little?


Today is the 5th anniversary of my WordPress blogs. My, how time flies when you’ve having fun.

I have two blogs hosted by WordPress: one for my my video business, Safe and Sound Video, and one for fun.

In total I have 131 posts between the two blogs. That’s a lot of writing.Image

To commemorate this anniversary, I thought I’d list some of my favorite posts and include links to them. I’m going to post this on both blogs, so if you’re only familiar with one of them, feel free to check out the other.

Safe and Sound Video

Transfer To Save Not Destroy

Can You Add Music To My Silent Home Movies?

To Guam and Back

The Miracle Of Life On Video

Shoot Video Like This, Not That

The Amateur Sex Video Question…

Random Thoughts From Shipguy

Remembering My Friend

Flip, Smack, Wave, Delete – My Life At WXRV, 92.5 The River

What’s Next? Tommy John Surgery?

A Confession

The Ted Williams Ball

Change Is The Only Constant

The Best Collection in the World

Block Island’s U-boat

An Open Letter To Red Sox Management

This Father’s Day, I Celebrate My Children

There you have it, my favorite posts. Enjoy, share, comment, feel free to disagree. I’ve enjoyed expressing myself on a wide range of topics and I hope you have enjoyed reading them.




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