If you’ve been reading my blog for any length of time you probably have noticed that I am a Beatles fan. I’ve enjoyed their music for quite some time. My favorite Beatle was John Lennon. I have always appreciated his wit, and I can relate to his cynicism. These two things combined made his songwriting something that speak me on a very personal level.
I often have a very cynical view of the world. I believe that things will turn out all right in the end. However, sometimes I just need to convince myself of that fact. In order to deal with a world that can seem like a rather dark place at times, I try to use wit and humor to lighten the mood. Sometimes all that you can do when life throws your a curveball is laugh. I feel as if I have had my fair share of curveballs.
One thing that I have had trouble dealing with recently is a sense of isolation. This is something that most, if not all, can relate to as we look forward to the world once again hanging out its “Welcome-Come On In!” sign. I just want to go to a public place without wearing a mask. However, I must say the Chicago Cubs mask that Amanda made for me is pretty cool, but I digress.
With warmer temperatures and sunshine here now, it is even more difficult to “social distance.” I want to be in the bleachers at Wrigley Field with a hot dog in one hand, and a cold drink in another. I want to hear the sound of the pipe organ between innings. Most of all, I just want to be able to travel again to the places that I love.
This week I have been perusing my “Facebook Memories” quite a bit. I’ve been able to look back on trips I have taken together with family and friends. Nearly a year ago Amanda and I were in Washington D.C. enjoying Memorial Day weekend. Eight years ago we were in New York City visiting the Statue of Liberty. Finally, my brother Shannon and I were in Alaska twenty years ago this month. May apparently has been a great month to travel. I long to have more adventures and to make more memories.
Until then I will remain a “Nowhere Man.” The opening lines to this John Lennon penned Beatles tune sum things up for me perfectly for now:
He’s a real nowhere man Sitting in his nowhere land Making all his nowhere plans for nobody
Something that has bothered me for quite some time now is the term “fake news.” This is not a term coined by President Trump, as some might think. It goes all the way back to the late 19th century. The writer and philosopher George Santayana once said, “Those who cannot remember the past are doomed to repeat it.” We are now repeating the events that occurred over 100 years ago.
In the late 1890’s those in the newspaper business were interested in only one thing, selling newspapers. In particular, Joseph Pulitzer and William Randolph Hearst were in a cutthroat competition to see who could snag the most readers. To do this they would resort to what was called “yellow journalism.” Today we would call this “fake news.”
Pulitzer and Hearst were out to grab the attention of their readers. To do this, they would often print articles sensationalizing even the most mundane news of the day. Their only goal was to line their already deep pockets and to further build their media empires. Neither man cared who they hurt in the process, or how many lies were spread. Does this sound familiar yet?
Just this morning I was looking for news on Kim Jong Un, the leader of North Korea, who by some accounts has died. Then again he might just be vacationing in a resort town in North Korea, as his train has supposedly been spotted there. Better yet, he might be there for medical treatment. All of these “theories” were gleaned from just one particular article. No concrete evidence was ever presented. However, that doesn’t seem to matter anymore. The only thing that matters is that “we reported it first!” This is precisely the problem.
In the scramble for a news agency to be first to report something, they think it is okay to rely on “hearsay.” This is no more reliable than the old game known as “Telephone,” which many of us played as schoolchildren. In this game one person starts by whispering a message in one person’s ear, that person then tries to whisper the exact same message to the next person, and so on. By the time the message gets to the last person it rarely reflects the original one. So it is with today’s news coverage.
Often things are taken out of context, which is meant to make someone look foolish. Facts are not checked, all because it is a race to see who can get the “word” out first. Liewise, things are reported that are simply not true. These “facts” are then spread all over social media and people take it as “gospel.” Moreover, depending on what outlet you are listening to, you are getting their “spin” on the news.
One particular network may promote a more conservative agenda, while another has a more liberal slant. It is shameful that we live in a world where facts are subjective depending upon your political point of view.
The great American author and humorist Mark Twain once said, “Never let the truth get in the way of a good story.” Apparently, journalists today are taking Twain’s advice and running with it. This leads us with very few, if any, reliable sources to trust. That is why it is important to be discerning and to seek out various sources, instead of just relying on one in partucular.
It is frustrating to me that during these times of uncertainty across the world, that we are often left with more questions than answers. In the words of John Lennon, “All I want is the truth, just give me some truth.”
The airport in Liverpool was such a fun experience, as we
got to soak up some of the culture of the city while we waited to board our
plane to Dublin. One of the things that
made this part of the trip so special was the airport attendant who helped us
at our departure gate. The airport in
Liverpool is quite small, so passengers have to walk out onto the tarmac and
board the plane by walking up a flight of stairs to the plane.
Since I was in a wheelchair, Amanda and I were personally
escorted out to the plane by a man with a very thick Liverpudlian accent. We both enjoyed listening to this gentleman
speak. As he walked us out to the plane,
he told us briefly about his work. He
then wheeled me to an area where a lift would get me onto the plane. It was fascinating to get this perspective of
an airport.
After using the lift to get onto the plane, I was wheeled to
my seat and we were off to Ireland, a place that I had wanted to see for many
years. When we arrived in Dublin, we
were greeted at the gate by two men who would use the lift to get me down out
of the airplane. These gentlemen reminded
of some characters from a movie called Waking
Ned Devine. They both were very kind
and seemed the type that would buy everyone a pint of Guinness at the local pub
after a hard day’s work. These two men
escorted us inside the airport and showed us to customs.
We were greeted warmly by the customs agent and then it was
time to find the rental car agency, which was only a short walk from
customs. Amanda and I were both quite
anxious about driving in a foreign country, especially one where we would be
driving on the opposite side of the road.
Amanda did a fine job getting us to our hotel, despite that fact that it
was dark and the steering wheel was on the wrong side of the car. It is quite difficult to retrain your brain
to drive a car that is configured so differently, while also driving on the
“wrong” side of the road. Fortunately,
we made it to our hotel where I think we both were relieved to be out of the
car.
The next day we were off to the Guinness brewery. Unfortunately, it was also my turn to
drive. On the way to the brewery I had
to keep reminding myself to stay on the left side of the road. It was almost like a mantra that was running
through my head the entire drive – “stay on the left side of the road, stay on
the left side of the road!” I can’t tell
you how many curbs I hit, as I was trying to stay as far over in my lane as
possible. This is because the streets
are only about as wide as our sidewalks here in the United States. It was a good thing that not many people were
out walking along the street, or I may be in an Irish jail today.
Thankfully, we reached the brewery before I ran over
anyone. However, as I parked I hit yet
another curb! It is only by the grace of
God that we did not total our rental car on this trip, as we both hit plenty of
curbs and nearly sideswiped rock walls along the sidewalks that the Irish call roads.
The highlight of the Guinness tour was the tasting room, which had a 360 degree view of Dublin. It was such a beautiful, sunny day and you could see for miles. From here we were able to spot Trinity College, and many other famous landmarks throughout the city. It was a place where we could have sat and just taken in the view for hours. However, we had plans to drive across the entire width of Ireland so that we could see the Cliffs of Moher.
The tasting room at the Guinness Brewery. I could have sat here all day and just looked out over the city.
Amanda started out in the driver’s seat for our three-hour journey across the Irish countryside, however, about an hour into the drive, I was just too anxious as she kept crossing the center lane while on the highway. So, I asked her to pull over while I took another turn behind the wheel. I then proceeded to cross the center line as well for the next hour or so until I just grew tired of driving. Graciously, Amanda agreed to once again do the driving and we continued on our way.
If you want to test the strength of your relationship just
go on a drive through a foreign country where the roads are as narrow as a bike
path, the steering wheel is on the wrong side of the car, you are forced to
drive on the “wrong” side of the road, and everything is marked in
kilometers. It made me wish I had paid
more attention in math class as we worked on converting miles to
kilometers.
After stopping in a few small towns along the way, we finally made it to the Cliffs of Moher. When we got out we realized that our walk up the cliffs was going to be a windy one. Also, as the word “cliff” suggests, we were in for some rather steep inclines. Being a person with a rather strong upper body, I thought I’d probably be able to make it up these inclines in my wheelchair. Sadly, this was not the case, as the grades were just too steep and the winds were just too strong. At the point I was ready to admit defeat, a group from North Dakota miraculously showed up to help me up the paths to the top. There were three men in this group that each took turns pushing me up a different section of the path. I believe that God had a hand in providing these men to help me, as he had provided people all along this trip. As you can see from the pictures below, the views from the cliffs were breathtaking.
These are the famous “Cliffs of Insanity” featured in the movie The Princess Bride.Such a windy day, but such a beautiful place to be.
Ireland is a place that Amanda and I would definitely like to visit again. The people were so friendly, in fact they even had vests with my initials on them as you can see in the picture below. I wish we would have had more time to spend in this strikingly beautiful country. When we do go back I need to get myself one of those vests!
I need one of these “RTB” vests to wear around. it would come in handy for a nighttime bike ride.
That infamous wheelchair, which I mentioned in part two of this story would prove quite valuable during our first full day in London, for we were off on a walking tour of some of the sites related to the history of the Beatles. Our guide for this tour was a man by the name of Richard Porter, who makes his living showing Beatles fans around London. Richard was an interesting man, to say the least. He resembled Richard Simmons and had the energy to match. Were we going to be “Sweatin’ to the Oldies” or merely taking a leisurely stroll through London’s Soho? Fortunately, it was the latter. Richard had an encyclopedic knowledge of the Fab Four, so our tour led us to some very interesting places.
Richard Porter – “The Walking, Talking Beatles Encyclopedia”
Our first stop along the way was Paul McCartney’s office building. Richard said that Paul can be spotted at times coming and going, but we had no such luck. We then stopped in front of Trident Studios. This is the studio where the Beatles recorded much of the White Album, along with one of their last singles, “Hey Jude.” Many other legendary musicians have recorded here as well, such as David Bowie, Elton John, Queen, The Rolling Stones, and Frank Zappa. From Trident Studios we headed to Carnaby Street, an area well known for its fashion boutiques that catered to many of the popular bands of the 1960’s.
Next, we found ourselves in front of the London Palladium, the theatre where “Beatlemania” is said to have begun . Unfortunately, as you can see from the picture below, the only thing happening this day was a concert by Rick Astley.
Richard giving me the history of the London Palladium and its place in Beatles lore
From the Palladium we ventured on to a club called the Bag O’ Nails. This is a club where the Jimi Hendrix Experience played one of its first live shows. It is also where Paul McCartney met Linda, his first wife. Loving the music of both the Beatles and Jimi Hendrix, it was a thrill for me to see these places that I had only ever read about in books.
Then, as if this day could not get any better, it was time to see one of the places that looms quite large in the legend of the Beatles, Apple Studios at 3 Savile Row. This is where the band played their legendary rooftop concert on January 30, 1969. Sadly, this was to be their last live performance as a band. After spending a few minutes taking pictures and soaking in all of this wonderful history, it was time to move on to our next two stops.
The brown brick building with the four windows at the very top is 3 Savile Row, site of the Beatles rooftop concert.
The first of these places was the Scotch of St. James,
another very important landmark in the history of 60’s rock and roll, as this
was a club that saw many legendary performers play. In the same square where the Scotch of St.
James is located also stands the building that once housed the Indica
Gallery. The Indica was an art gallery
where John Lennon was first introduced to Yoko Ono. Oh, if only John had stayed home that night!
To end our day of Beatles sightseeing, Richard, Amanda, and I caught a train that would take us to Abbey Road Studios. This is a sight that I thought I would never get to see in person. As you can see below, I was able to roll across the famous crossing where the Beatles were photographed for the cover of Abbey Road, which is my favorite album of theirs.
The famous crossing just down the street from Abbey Road Studios.
After a very long, but exciting day, at least for me, we rode the train back to the heart of Westminster. This is where Big Ben and the Houses or Parliament are located. I had waited years to visit Big Ben, and to my dismay it was obscured by layers of scaffolding! However, that wasn’t the biggest problem I’d encounter this night.
One thing that became more clear as the night wore on, is that public restrooms are few and far between in London. Having grown up in the United States, where you can stop at almost any fast food restaurant or gas station and use the restroom, I was shocked to discover that this was not the case in London. This realization almost became a disaster as I spent nearly an hour looking for a place to use the restroom. Then when we found one, we had to find a person to unlock it for us. I’m not sure if they were worried someone was going to steal the toilet paper or run off with the commode, but as we found out later there is a secret to these restrooms! After the restroom saga came to an end, we looked for a place to eat. We settled for an interesting pub across the street from Big Ben.
Big Ben hiding behind all of the scaffolding.
As we were eating we began to speak with the couple seated
next to us and found out they were from Chicago, which made for some enjoyable
dinner conversation. It was fun to share
stories with them and just soak in the culture that surrounded us.
After a very eventful day, we took the train back to our hotel and settled in for the night excited to see what the next day would bring. Oh, and that wheelchair, it made it through the day as well, but it too was weary. I wonder if it has ever been found, but more about that in the next post.
Put the Crippled Kid up Front... 