"Frog Hospital" Publisher, Fred Owens
in Madrid's Plaza Mayor
Dear Fred,
Thanks for Frog Hospital.
Your Plaza Mayor photo is splendid.
***
The ad concludes: "Now, it's your turn!"
I recently realized we humans confuse statistical "outliers" with "Divine Providence."
For example...
I once contracted with a San Francisco "drive-away" car company to deliver an immaculate Datsun 280Z to Colonel Mark Fish at the Fort Sheridan Ramada Inn north of Chicago.
I arrived in pre-dawn light and asked the receptionist to inform Colonel with the news that his car was in the parking lot.
Unexpectedly, the clerk - evidently confused - handed me the phone.
No sooner had I said "Colonel Fish?" than I got this stentorian reply : "I don't know who the hell you are or what kind of joke you think you're playing! But I DO NOT APPRECIATE being wakened by unknown pranksters at 5 a.m.!"
No sooner had I said "Colonel Fish?" than I got this stentorian reply : "I don't know who the hell you are or what kind of joke you think you're playing! But I DO NOT APPRECIATE being wakened by unknown pranksters at 5 a.m.!"
Slam!
It had been my plan to transact the transfer, then hitchhike to Ann Arbor for a few days with Michael John Morgan who was doing his poly sci doctorate at UM.
I retreated to a nearby bank of pay phones and called Michael, suggesting he bring his Super 8 camera gear to film what was about to unfold: I had just delivered a $50,000.00 sports car (with Hawaiian plates) and the owner not only refused to take possession of his vehicle but was furious at my supposed prank.
It had been my plan to transact the transfer, then hitchhike to Ann Arbor for a few days with Michael John Morgan who was doing his poly sci doctorate at UM.
I retreated to a nearby bank of pay phones and called Michael, suggesting he bring his Super 8 camera gear to film what was about to unfold: I had just delivered a $50,000.00 sports car (with Hawaiian plates) and the owner not only refused to take possession of his vehicle but was furious at my supposed prank.
While speaking with Michael, the PA system bellowed: "Mr. Archibald. Mr. Alan Archibald. Please come to the reception desk."
I told MJ I'd get back to him, hung up, and proceeded to Check In.
"I am so sorry Mr. Archibald!" the Ramada agent began. "As it happens we have two Colonel Mark Fish's staying with us this evening."
Divine Providence?
Or ...
Outlandish Coincidence?
Outlandish Coincidence?
I suspect the latter... although I understand how easily analogous circumstances might persuade people -- incuding myself -- of the former.
Global warming?
Now, it's our turn?Or...
Do we expect God to "take out the trash" forever?
Not exactly the sort of "personal responsibility" we've come to expect from this generation's Pharisees.
"Yeshua Excoriates Fellow Pharisees: "The Woe Passages"
Alan
PS I am glad you mentioned that the conquering Moors did not oblige Christians to convert to Islam. I would have been happier still had you noted Isabella y Ferdinando's ultimatum to Islamics: "Convert or emigrate." In this regard, the following history is essential:
PS I am glad you mentioned that the conquering Moors did not oblige Christians to convert to Islam. I would have been happier still had you noted Isabella y Ferdinando's ultimatum to Islamics: "Convert or emigrate." In this regard, the following history is essential:
"1492: Caliph Bayezid II Offers A Home To All Jews and Islamics Expelled From Spain"
http://paxonbothhouses.blogspot.com/2013/08/1492-sultan-bayezid-ii-offers-homeplace.html
On Fri, Oct 17, 2014 at 2:26 PM, Fred Owens <froghospital911@gmail.com> wrote:
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Sept.
18, 2014
Ten
Days in Madrid
By
Fred Owens
I was fortunate to get a plane ticket
to Madrid for ten days, in the company of my daughter who works for Boeing.
My daughter left from Seattle and I
left from Los Angeles. We arranged to meet in Madrid at the B & B at 5
Calle Los Estudios, only a few blocks from the La Latina subway station.
I took the subway from the airport, rather
than a cab. A cab would have been 25 to 30 Euros.
The subway was only 5 Euros.
The subway was only 5 Euros.
I navigated successfully, making two
changes, finally getting on the Green Line to La Latina, which is a sort of Left
Bank neighborhood, site of the famed La Rastra flea market.
I greeted my daughter, entered the B
& B, cleaned up from the journey, and then we headed to the street for a
coffee, café con leche.
I enjoyed being in Spain. I spoke
Spanish to everyone. They were glad to hear me say it. I was very glad to
understand them. There is something about the Castilian dialect that is music
to my ears.
La Latina is a densely crowded
district. There was a constant stream of local people walking in every
direction past the café. Walking and talking.
I observed the man sitting in the lottery
booth, hardly bigger than an old phone booth. It is the world’s dullest job, I
thought.
I introduced myself by name to waiter,
which is not the custom, but it is my custom, and we struck up a
conversation. He was a handsome young man and muy agradable.
He welcomed us to Madrid and we felt
relaxed and grateful to be there.
More
about Madrid
I have so much more to say about my
journey, but pressing financial obligations require my presence at work this
week, so I will have to postpone this composition.
I can add this small piece about the
Iberian people -----
Local Iberian shaman
hosts American visitor at the Plaza Mayor in Madrid.
A
bit of history. It was the Phoenicians and ancient Greeks who discovered and
settled Iberia many centuries before the time of Christ. Ready to greet these
visitors when they came ashore were the Neolithic Iberian tribes with their
druids and masks.
Later
the Romans came to conquer, to build roads and viaducts and cities, to unify
this vast province, and to impose the Latin language on the local people.
Over time
the Iberians became assimilated to Roman culture, and the Latin language
developed a local dialect which became the precursor to Spanish.
The
Roman Empire crumbled and the Visigoths invaded and took over and founded a
Christian kingdom which ruled Iberia for some centuries.
In
the 700s, the Arab/Moslems crossed over from Africa and swept the Visigothic
rulers aside, ruling Iberia, or parts of it, for 700 years. They did not
enforce a conversion to Islam, but it helped you get ahead in the world,
if you crossed over from being Christian.
Then
Isabella and Ferdinand drove the Moslems out of Spain and back to Africa. Many
people found it convenient to convert back to Jesus -- "convenient"
in quotes.
Then
these monarchs, our beloved Isabella and Ferdinand, funded the expeditions of
Christopher Columbus to the New World.
No
matter what you think of the Admiral and his voyages, it is good to place him
in a historical context. It is good to remember that the Iberian people have
always lived in Spain, having been invaded and conquered more than once.
But
this old fool still dances in the Plaza.
More News.
I
am back in Santa Barbara. The punishing drought continues and the garden is
suffering. We pray and hope for rain.
Reading Dickens.
I
am reading Bleak House. I am halfway
through this masterpiece, but the plot is eluding my understanding. I must stop
the reading and consult an Internet source, some sort of Wikipedia cheat sheet
on the story. Normally I let Dickens write as he pleases, but this time I need
a crutch.
All is Well
All
is well on the home front. Good health, good family, good friends. We’re
beginning to make Thanksgiving and Christmas plans.
Until Next Time,
Fred
--
My writing blog is Frog Hospital
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Fred Owens
35 West Main St Suite B #391
Ventura CA 93001
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