richard radstone

SideWalk Ghosts / Interview 26: In Tribute to Men of Honor

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Tonight I shake hand’s with men of honor. A great and uplifting way to bring a very long day to a close.

The working day behind us, my good friend Thiep and I walk into Schooner’s for a dinner conversation. It’s a cool little restaurant just outside of Pearl Harbor. We walk in and I can not ignore the presence of two tables happily playing dominos. At table one sits a group of men, and, at table two sits there life’s sweethearts. We’ll get to their story in a moment.

Let’s talk about Thiep and the other amazing people he works with for a bit. Thiep is an extremely humble man of great depth. At only 29 he has seen parts of the world and experienced situations that would put many of us in state of paralysis.

While we dine, he shares accounts of his travels around the globe working with JPAC. Every time I chat with him and those he serves with, my respect for exactly what JPAC does grows monumentally.

One thing you need to know about this division of photographers, selected from all branches of the military. They are tireless, committed and compassionate to their mission: Finding and bringing home the remains of our missing-in-action war hero’s, all of whom honorably gave their lives for the countries that they so dearly loved.

This week I’ve had the absolute honor and privilege to present a workshop to the group. It’s been an awesome experience training them, learning of exactly what they do and plain right getting to know them on an individual basis.

In a nutshell, they pretty much sacrifice time with family, safety, and at times their art in giving service to the many families haunted by lack of knowing exactly what happened to their lost loved ones are.

Please, take a moment of silence to bless the efforts of this special group and the families around the globe who are still seeking the answer, “where is my lost family.” Our prayers are with you.

Now what about the domino player’s?

I’m hoping that by the age, smiles and hats, You can figure out their history……..

If you’re guessing war veterans, ding! ding! ding! Here is a little math, 5 men, combined years of service to their nation? Over 100 years. Makes you think about the works of our servicemen and woman, and appreciate what we have, doesn’t it?

Walking up to their table, I give my usual 365 pitch, and all are smiles of acceptance, yet they break no stride in playing their game. And in a gesture to them, I decide to not get overly technical and simply grab a couple quick snap shots of them in action. However, they did work with me a little in providing a few direct at the camera expressions. What can I say? I’m somewhat charming.

With loyalty to the 365 project, there is no way I can walk away from the table without at least asking a couple of questions.

“Where do you see yourself in ten years?” I ask.

With rolls of laughter, they all point up to the sky.

“What would like to share with my readers?” I question.

Got to love these men!

Several Answers:
1) Enjoy life (starting to become a very common through line to 365)
2) The secret to a long life… “Keep Breathing.”
3) Get out and serve!
4) Jump off you Ass and onto an Elephant. They wink at me (a subliminal thing).

Conversation pleasantly over, I salute and retreat to my ride back to the hotel.

Trivia:
One of our new friends is a member of SAG (Screen Actors Guild), has appeared in multiple commercials and appearances, and is requested around the globe to play one of our most cherished holiday figures. Can you guess who the character is?

SideWalk Ghosts / Interview 25: Travel Photos Anyone?

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Tonight finds me beach combing once again. The sun dropping out of the sky like a bullet. I feel a twinge of concern slowly falling upon me, thinking it will be a shame to miss a Hawaiian sunset portrait.
Having just returned from the workshop I am teaching this week, I’m still dressed in my nice clothes. Feet are killing me, but a pause to change them could risk missing the descending light.

As I progress along the beach side path, it’s a mystery to me why everyone I approach says, “no thanks,” merely at the sight of me. They offer me no chance to open my mouth in explanation of my presence.

For a moment it dawns on me that perhaps there is an association forming linking me to the “naked analyst” shoot yesterday. Maybe there are enough people so offended by him, that my temporary community is now rejecting me? Man that would bite!

I question if my choice in photographing my under-dressed comrade was a wise one. That thought raises my blood to boil; thinking, “Heck to them! He is an interesting guy with a personal mission; it was my photo-journalistic responsibility to photograph him.”

Now resolved to relocate myself, I redirect my course towards the sanctuary of my hotel room to regroup in licking my wounds or rejection. Past the $25 hamburger, beyond the $22 egg roll, my plight is accepted. The beach patrons hate me. And you know what? “I’m a grown man, I can live with that.”

Esteem regained and almost to my room, I’m hit by a bolt of mind lightning. The green beach shirt I so proudly wear is almost identical to that worn by many of the resort employees. Crud! I’m now a hospitality photographer. What a turn in serendipity. No wonder the world is running from me. It sees me coming, camera in arm looking like a $30 to $50 room charge. Quick! Run! Hide!

Simple fix. I reverse my hat, return to the scene of my first rejection to give it one last college try. I guess people see me as ghetto or something and stop fearing me. Funny how the slightest change in appearance can project a completely different intent.

I make eye contact with a very cute family of three siblings taking snap shots of each other. I offer to take a photo of all of them with their camera.

We strike up a conversation, and they even remember seeing “naked analyst” the day before. More evidence that I am not loathed in these parts. Feeling relieved, I invite them to be tonight’s 365 friends. Two of the three agree.

In Hawaii for the first time celebrating their father’s 60th birthday, say “hi” to my new Korean friends Ju Young and her brother Fong Duk.

I’m telling you (and you most likely see it in their portrait), these two are having the time of their life.

They speak of Hawaiian fun days and are full of energy. I can’t help but be smitten by their colorful spirits.

Guys, a blast photographing you. Thanks for not running from me. Mahalo!

SideWalk Ghosts / Interview 24: The Naked Systems Analyst

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This has been quiet a day. Now 11:41pm and finally getting to post my entry. So much today to share, but I’m sure you’re most curious about today’s 365 friend. So tonight, I give you a reprieve from the Radstone day history. Let’s jump right in! Introducing today’s 365 friend.

The set up:
Unbelievable. I actually find a couple of hours to relax poolside. Have a few nice chats, and in small talk with many I notice a through-line of conversation – one that is slowly building momentum, not only poolside, but as I find out speaking in with the girl at Starbucks, has reached deep into the resort’s culture.

It’s a set of questions regarding a regular visitor to the hotels beach. Who is the g-stringed man? And in it there is much speculation: Could he be from France? I think he talks to himself, watch out! He’s a porn star?!

I’m compelled; there is no way I can pass up on meeting the man of such controversy. And being no subscriber to gossip or speculation, the only answer for me is to go directly to the source. And that’s exactly what I did.

Give your warmest regards to Ray, the man of mystery. Turns out he is a very charming and confident nudist – at least as nude as he can be at a public beach. I catch up with him as he humorously poses for a photo-op with another not-so-shy Hawaii visitor. I can tell at that moment Ray does not take life too seriously. He is allowing said visitor to have a photo taken with her hand on his… let’s just say, lower rear region.

The lady is eating it up. She leaves, huge smile on face. Without pause, female two stands-in while her chuckling husband takes snapshot. Another memory for a lighthearted vacationer.

In both cases, he thanks them with the kindness and grace of an ambassador.

Surly he will allow me to take his photo. I step up and invite him to 365.

It doesn’t take any convincing to get our less than speedo covered celebrity to buy-in. I’m serious about the “celeb” status, he is the talk of Hawaiian Village today. With humility, backed by a sincere and heartfelt laugh, he offers all the time I need for a photo and interview. After all, a little extra exposure, no pun intended, is always helpful. And Ray is down for the fun and publicity.

Lets talk about back story, later his backside.
Would you believe it if I tell you, Ray is from New Jersey, possesses a Master’s Degree in electrical engineering and has recently retired from a high position within Northrup Grumman, exiting a successful career as a Computer Systems Analyst? Probably not at first glance.

I know, kind of hard to reflect at questions like that with the view he is providing.

But, never-the-less, this lightly dressed guy is no fool. Truly quite the opposite; an articulate, educated man, living life to the maximum degree.

There is no chip on his shoulder regarding his outlook on life; even if he had one, where would he hide it?

He shares his love of Hawaii, stating, “I will never leave this place,. It’s an endless party.” A claim I’ve now heard made by many of the beach regulars. I give him the credit to own the statement. He trusts me with a few life details, which I keep concealed in respect to him. Details that give him the credentials to graduate to the status of having boast his party rights. The man definitely has earned his flying wings.

There is no malice in his intent and the purpose of his actions is to simply entertain. From what I see he is doing no harm.

To support this statement, even though I do hear of a few hotel patrons complaining of his presence, I witness a greater outreach of those with more playful and appreciative comments about Ray. Like I said earlier, many people posing with him for memories to take home and share. Hat’s off to your courage my new friend. You’re putting smiles on peoples faces.

My eyes are opened as I learn this is Ray’s modest beach attire. He’s much more comfortable at the local nude beaches. “It’s only been a few weeks since I’ve been coming to this beach for reasons of self-promotion,” he says.” Promote what?” I ask. His new hobby-career: Nude Fitness Model (I’m loving this fitness spin).

I’m 50 and this guy has inspired me back to sit-ups and the bench press. (Wish I had his abs). Well, maybe ten more doughnuts and I’ll be there. I think not.

OK! I know! I Promised backside! with Ray’s blessings, “here ya go.”

His closing statement:

“If it’s nude? I’ll be there!”

Ray, thanks for the memories!

SideWalk Ghosts / Interview 23: “We’re Kind Of A Big Deal – People Know Us”

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Alexis and Joshua. Two of the funniest, most positive and warmest people I have ever met.

Made it to Honolulu today. Beginning day one of my Hawaii experience. I’ll be here until the 9th presenting a workshop to a very cool division of the military. A group called JPAC, they find our MIA’s. I’m working with their photography unit in sharing new techniques, ways of creatively seeing and methods of directing. Should be a great week.

Now the promise stands, no matter where I am, 365 rolls on. I’m staying at the Hilton Hawaiian Village, a very busy hotel and resort. I know, poor me, what a terrible place to have to go to work. I confess it is rather comfortable. But put this into perspective. My family is still on the mainland, it’s Saturday night and I’m writing my blog to you. So cut me a touch of slack, I’m a blog addict.

After meetings. client lunch and travel, finally got settled into the hotel around 4pm. Took a quick shower, grabbed my camera and off to shoot 365.

Loitered the resort lobbies for about 2 hours. No one stood out very much. Talked to lot of people, yet never felt the burn to photograph them.

Here I am, wandering the Hilton, a melting pot from around the globe. You would think the possibilities would be endless. I’m stupefied that everyone is looking the same – tourists on vacation. Tomorrow I’ll investigate more, surly I’m missing something. The last straw was the mid-western look teen who, without breaking a beat, jammed her finger in her nose and seamlessly cleansed it in her mouth. Too much information! I know! But you want to be with me? Right?

So there you go.

That act of slyness drove me to the beach path for a walk of fresh air. My first glimpse of the beautiful afternoon happens at this moment, now around 7pm. I hike the bike path, fielding a few phone calls as I continue my flight from hotel lobbyland. Even get a call from a buddy of mine mainland side. (Thanks for the shout-out Dan. Took my mind off witnessing the nose lunch.)


The view of my first Hawaii 365 beach stroll (Dan this pic is for you, right after we finished our phone chat)

I hang up with Dan and begin to see again. Right in front of me is KBS, a fun surfboard and stuff hut. My intuition begins to tell me, “stop, we’re there.”

It was right. I meet 3 locals, raised on the islands, all very fun and gregarious. We laugh more than I can write. Funny, smart people who are loving life to the fullest.

Let me give you names. Say “hi” to Alexis, Joshua and, (not pictured), Dalante, (he is more of a cheerleader to the shoot — he keeps us honest in harassing us.


The sight that caught my eye.

To be a little different in this entry I’m going to tell you about them in online dating form.

Alexis: Seeking marriage proposal from a hot rich man who knows how to sail.
“So what if Dalante thinks I have a giant head, that’s his problem, you marry me and you’ll be glad you did. I promise you’ll never have a boring moment: Surfing to cooking, bedroom to barroom, I’m your gal. But if you think I’m a push-over or a lush, your way off-base. I’ve always been told that my personality is awesome and I’m a 10. People love my spunkiness, enthusiasm, limber limbs and flexibility. So what if Dalante is bagging on my head. His loss. Oh yeah, almost forgot, I’m kind of a big deal. People know me. Check out my Facebook: Big Lex.”

Joshua: “Do you want to come on my yacht.”
Hey, I’m ready to settle down, I think? Been on the islands my whole life and know them like the back of my hand. If you like surfing and fun in the sun, part of me is your guy. Yeah, I’ve won the state championship three times, but you need to know the other side. Nothing can stop me, and Hawaii Pacific University is my 2nd big wave: Environmental Engineering. I see 3 kids in the future and life is good. I’ve got nothing bad to say. Well, maybe a few more girls from California or Colorado, or perhaps a hot Russian girl before I finally settle down.

Kidding aside, Alexis, Joshua, hope you get a good chuckle out of the silliness of the singles ads.

Humor really is key in life. The caricatures above are an outcome of the outrageous part of our conversation. Here is what really strikes me about these guys. They are real. What you see is what you get. And what you get are friends who stick together. I witness it in the way they treat each other, “with great respect and teamsmanship.” I caught that message loud and clear the second we started to talk.


Alexis and Joshua ham it up. I can tell you there is nothing more charming than making friends with people who are good friends.

Alexis is an extremely smart gal with a wonderful sense of humor. A little self-boasting, but all in jest. Dalente says, “She is kind of genius.” She accepts the dig without a flinch in completely agreeing with him. I joke with her saying, “well that just proves you’re humble, you know you are a genius, so why be rude and hide it.” We all laugh.

I’ve got tremendous respect for Joshua. He is the poster man for overcoming obstacles. You see, he was born with embryonic banding. I’m no doctor, but in my layman’s description of the syndrome, the condition occurs when the umbilical cord wraps around the baby’s body. This restriction in blood flow causes developmental issues and can be fatal. Joshua carries the badge of honor with his underdeveloped hands and arms. Neither of which slow him down or discourage him at all. He is warm, intelligent and one heck of a world-class athlete – again, 3 time state surfing champion. That is a tremendous achievement in one of the surfing capitols of the world. Got to love this guy.

My eyes are blurry, 11:19pm Hawaii, that’s 2:19am on my clock. I’ve been up for almost 24 hours now and am fading fast.

Better hit the hay before I eat keyboard.

Talk tomorrow!

SideWalk Ghosts / Interview 22 The Future Is In Their Hands vrs. No Rest For The Weary

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Meet Brandon and Aaron

I remain true to my enthusiasm to the 365; however, tonight I admit, I’m ready to have this evening’s entry done. The tired is setting in.

Tomorrow an 8am flight awaits me, traveling to a five-day workshop I’m presenting in Hawaii. My wife and daughter continue to be very supportive and patient. Three weeks into 365 thus far and not one night have I gone to sleep with my wife or read to my little girl.

Here I am, typing this entry, while at Menchie’s frozen yogurt with my wife and daughter. It’s date night and we are on 365. My wife is being drafted into taking my photo while I am creating this entry. She asks me to smile for her, but I am a bit too focused. I roll my upper lip a little, smile, then back to focused thought. I’m really hard to photograph when I’m in a typing mood. Hope Terri can get the shot she wants. If not I’ll post whatever she gets.

Even though I’m feeling Friday exhaustion, I’m very much loving 365 and all the people I’m meeting, but the fact is, for three weeks now I’ve been navigating on 5 hours of sleep a day. I’d be a liar if I didn’t say it’s getting to me a tad. With no shame I can say, “although very rewarding, I’m a little tired and ready to focus on my family.”

We are enjoying our evening out. Yet home is calling, reaching out as if a person. Saying, “come to me, it’s time to relax with your family.”

Mind is telling me, “take advantage of where we are, and include the family in making a quick photo of the two enthusiastic young men who greeted us into the store. This is sure to be quick and easy.

We let them see the 365 blog on the iPad. They happily buy in. We all agree we will wait for the store to slow down. Not a very lucid thought.

The place is endless business. Yeah! A seemingly quick shoot idea evolves into a 1-hour wait. Not all that bad, a family time of sorts, we are a little punch drunk, my daughter contributes to the ambiance with a silent pass of wind, letting us know we are in for a long night.

Oh! Wait, the crowd has thinned, need to grab my photo ops. To keep this entry moving I’m handing my iPad of to my wife. She’ll keep tonight moving. Off I go!

OK, Richard is taking photos and hands me the iPads – tells me I can write anything I want.  Really? Well, OK, two things.

First, I must say, these two boys working here at Menchie’s tonight are two of the best employees I have seen in a long, long time. Here’s my husband trying to get their portrait, and even though they are into it they never loose focus on their job. Every person who walks throughout the door gets a resounding, “Welcome to Menchie’s!” They are super attentive and friendly with the customers, and keep a fun attitude.  As I write, I hear a customer telling them that they are a lot of fun (I told you.) The minute the crowd dies down they are cleaning the machines and restocking. I see these kids going places in life. Parents, be proud!

Second, I’m trying to encourage my dear hubby that it might be a nice change to get a full night of sleep by going out in search of his 365 subjects in the MORNING or perhaps during the afternoon. He keeps telling me he will, just as soon as he gets through this week (I’ve been hearing that answer for a few weeks now and here we are at Menchie’s at 10pm. did I mention we have an eight year old?)

It’s me again, got a few fun photos. Really like these boys.

They are too busy for a full interview. I follow them as they work and manage to get them to answer our two general questions.

QUESTION ONE:
Where do you see yourself in 10 years?

ANSWERS:

Brandon – Owning my own restaurant, or at least leading a corporation.

He already proven his ability with the operating of a home-made beef jerky business he created while in high school. He talks of quality control, consistent product and profits. His next step is finishing his degree in business administration. This young man is going places.

Aaron – To be big in the electronic music industry. Tells me he is into the lifestyle and digs how complex, detailed it is. He goes on to tell me it requires critical thinking.

I ask him if he is a critical thinker, he replies, “at least I like to think so.” Got to love his response!

QUESTION TWO:
What would you like to share with my readers?

ANSWERS:

Brandon – Hard work, ethics, and morality pays off. And remember to always have fun.

Aaron – Don’t take life too seriously. Have fun. Enjoy it while you can. Keep what you want to do in the back of your mind. Don’t feel pressure to rush in being independent. You have time before you have to pay bills.

Readers, its 11:25pm. I still need to import my photos. Enough writing for now.

I’ll see you tomorrow, it will be day one of nine days of entries from the big island.

By the way, I did get that time with my family. One hour to be exact. It’s 1:10am now, finally ready to press publish. So much for that relaxing early evening, but they still love me.

I’ll be up at 4am to begin my commute to the airport. With even less sleep building up, curious to see what we come up with tomorrow.

ALOHA!

SideWalk Ghosts / Interview 21: “We’re All In This Life Together”

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Hit the local shopping mall tonight. Never again! Takes me 30 minutes to walk there. And the place is filled with conservative shoppers. Not to say I’m bagging on conservatism, or that they would not be interesting to photograph. It’s just nothing is grabbing me at the gut.

But, I’m here. It’s a new experience in discomfort, and 9pm is rapidly approaching. I admit, late evening shoots are starting to wear on me a bit. There is a general rule beginning to emerge for me, “most often, work to get a shot in-the-can no later than nine.” Leaves enough time to write an entry before the bewitching hour of twelve o’clock.

Plus, with an hour and a half of mall time already committed, I am determined to meet a new 365 friend. Here! Now!

Yet even with my stubborn commitment to shopping center pain, I’ve reach my breaking point. I need to get out of here! One more lap around level two and I’m going to jump over the railing! Anything to break the monotony and plea for excitement. I’m telling you, never again to a mall for 365.

This place is a maze. Ah! Exit in site; route fixed for the freedom of the empty streets. I don’t care if I have to shoot at 11pm tonight, just let me out of this place!

Almost to the door and I come across a different type of mall goer. A group of edgy late banger looking dudes, chilling, standing in a circle. At first I question approaching them. But as I walk past I can’t ignore overhearing their conversation as they show their tats. Their words are aggressive and loud. Quite the contrast to the overall shopping center vibe of canned music. My intuition is nagging at me, telling me to find out more. And after 90 minutes of conservative shoppers, this group does stand out.

I stop and talk with them. We spend about ten minutes getting comfortable with each other. Not all of them are interested in being photographed, but all are willing to hang for the ride. We walk the mall and find an open spot to take photographs. Three of them volunteer and step up to be photographed.

Readers, shake hands with Jose, Franke and Jonathan. Needing no direction, and enjoying the curious looks of the girls passing by (who are these guys being photographed?), they independently pose for the camera.

Only 4 frames in, mall cop comes out of nowhere and shuts us down. Torques us all. We’re not a commercial shoot, just a couple of people taking a few harmless snap shots. Still, he is adamant; time to wrap. We sort of comply. It’s not worth turning into a big deal. I already feel I have a frame.

Notice I say, “sort of comply.” My gang friends can’t hold back, giving him a few choice words of wisdom as he departs. I don’t buy into the exchange, but they tell me they’ve got my back. I appreciate that.

Accepting that our interview has been cut short, we share departing hand shakes. I’m accused of having a weak one and get schooled in the proper three-part handshake, correct grips, pressure and all. I’m instructed: not too tight or loose, gentle, like you care.

No worries in regards to mall cop’s total annihilation of our shoot and breaking us up; nothing can stop us from becoming new in-the-moment friends.

My walk away? “Don’t let first impression overly affect you.” Even though these kids carry a tough facade, I find them warm, welcoming and genuine personalities.

I’m sure they have their impressions of me too.

365 Day Conclusion: “We’re all in this life together!”

SideWalk Ghosts / Interview 20: “Canadians are a lot like Americans”

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“How did you get out,” I ask.
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“Simply,” he says, “with a gun and not a passport.”
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20 days in, I’m on a high. There is a reason greater than myself propelling me through this self-challenge. It’s taking hold of me.

I leave my house at 6:30pm, carrying the usual 30 pounds of gear: lenses, flash, iPad and all the accessories needed to be completely mobile. The bag is heavy and gets heavier with extended walks, but after tonight’s experience, it will forever be lighter than air.

My path begins on Sherman Way once again. At first I feel it is a cop out; questioning, “will this get boring with too much time in my area?” Not 5 minutes away, encouragement presents itself.  I pass a very interesting Pilipino chap. Beautiful tats on arms and body. We hit it off.

Quickly I find out he is a tattoo artist… explains the amazing artwork on his body. All looks good to go, he is the man for tonight.

Thinking I’ve found a golden interview, disappointment strikes hard when my new friend is literally swept off by his impatient ride. Total down turn, I am right in the middle of prepping the camera and off he goes.

Best thing to do is just take the hit and move on. No harm done. There is a philosophy that moves me forward tonight, “if it is meant to be, it will be.”

You’ll see how real this perspective becomes in tonight’s entry.

I pack my gear, lift the 30 pounds onto my back and it’s happy trails again. 30 minutes pass and the cyber cafe strikes my attention. I even pass it, but a bit of self-nagging reverses my stride, challenging me to re-examine the joint.

I stroll through the cafe. The second I enter a feeling of isolation sets in. All around were people intensely focused on displays of vibrant color, action and sound (I have to assume sound, for everyone is wearing headsets). The whole vibe turns me off, and no one can peel they’re eyes off the screens. I move on.

With a rapid exit I continue my journey. 45 minutes down, Canoga High School to the right of me, I remember a good friend of mine is coaching his son’s football team there.

Feels like a good place to prospect. Photograph a parent or something? 10 more minute and I’m standing on the field next to my good friend coach Troy.

I rest my shoulder of my camera load and scan the field for faces of interest. No, not the dude with the goofy hat. Pass on the high-shorted cheer coach. No way to the businessman buried in the cell phone. Wow! I thought this place would be full of people.

My decision; “settle in, don’t wander and let whoever you will be meeting come into focus.” 20 minutes… gone, nothing; 30 minutes… still dry waters, and hope not gone, I keep lookout.

40 yards down field I see John, 79 years of Croatian wisdom.

He comes right out of the gates telling me he is a Pancreatic Cancer survivor. My knees buckle. This is now very personal, the reason I’m supposed to be hear with John, you see, is my father died in just 6 weeks after being diagnosed with the disease. And every since then, I view the sickness as hopeless.

That’s a whole topic in itself. One that I am still dealing with in my lack of respect for many of the health care options available to our senior citizens: Another blog, another story.

John heals part of me, the faith that others can survive Pancreatic Cancer. And, due to family history, I’m in the high percentile at risk.

John, Croatian name, Ivica Vukovic, credits a miraculous healing to a special tea, not to modern medicine (taheeboteaclub.com). After a very aggressive 6½-hour procedure to remove the affected tissue around his Pancreas, the doctors gave him 2 months max. He lifts his shirt to show me his 12inch scar to prove it.

All options off the table, except one, this special tea, known for its healing properties is recommended by his son. Ignoring the doctor’s predictions, John promptly began drinking it. 13 years later, he is still here to watch his grandson practice football.

This heavy accented glowing human being has pulled at my heartstrings. His positive energy is duly noted by the line of passer by’s who harass him and share friendly gestures while we are taking photos. “Hey John, have him photograph me, I’m much more handsome,” “So now your famous?”  “Looking good John!” Seems everyone on the field knows him.

We talk of his escape from Croatia during the Yugoslavian occupation. “What a blemish in human history.” He does not even break a sweat, and I know he has seen things too dark for many to discuss. John just keeps smiling and gives me advise on making my wife happy.

I can’t let go of wanting to know more about his exit of Croatia. “How did you get out,” I ask. “Simply,” he says, “with a gun and not a passport.” I pause to reflect on that one.

He describes his path: Trains to a few stops within the boarders of Austria and Germany, then footpaths over the boarders (what he doesn’t share is how heavily they are patrolled). Credit to our German friends; they accepted John, his wife and 6-year-old son into the country.

Once in Germany, he is screened for one year and finally gets his papers to exit the country. It takes that much time to confirm that he has no criminal background or other unsavory past. I’m sure he’s lost his gun by this time.

With papers in hand, he moves his family to Toronto Canada, 13 years later to California. Here’s his claim, “best place on earth to live, anywhere between Santa Barbara and San Diego, I’m a California Boy!”

He returns to his suggestions for good husbandry. Catches me by surprise when he shares little bedroom council. Hey, he has been successfully married for 58 years, survived a terrible war, and is still in love with his sweetheart. Got to listen to everything he has to say. John, much appreciated.

In closing, I ask him our two standing questions.

One:
Where do you see yourself in 10 years (he look great, he’ll be here)?

Response:
The tone shifts to humble concern for his grandson, “I fear we are in store for another World War.” Very dark, I know. But it would be unfair of me not to share his concern.

Two:
What words would you like to share with those who read this blog?

Response:
He has quite a few, I’ll list them.
• He Quotes Mark 12:31 – “Love thy neighbor as thyself.”
• “Everybody can run, only one can be first, but the last across the finish really is the one who wins the greatest prize.”
• “Canadians are a lot like Americans”
• “Pray often for yourself, your family and your country.”
• “I love Sports.” He shares a couple things on this topic (Sub-listed below).
• “Go to events to have fun, not to go crazy for your team to win.”
• “Enjoy the people and the excitement of the big stadiums and places.”
• “My Favorite Teams: Football – Manchester, Hockey – Philadelphia Fliers, American Football – New England Patriots.”

Detective Update:
Tonight I had dinner at Lemon Grass. Looks like Otto may be the delivery driver. I’ll keep you posted. Hey it’s LA, everyone is an actor?! (365 Day 11 / I’ll Take the Lab – Otto Style).

FORGIVE ME. I BROKE MY UNDER 1000 WORD RULE TONIGHT – I HOPE YOU SEE WHY.

SideWalk Ghosts / Interview 19: Living The Dream, Respect and The Cradle

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Jiu-Jutsu Black Belt / Head Instructor and Business Partner Juan Pablo Garcia (under professor Alberto Crane)

Started my 365 quest at around 7pm tonight. As usual, with camera bag on shoulder. If there has been any night so far that I thought would leave me empty-handed, it’s this one. I lost count of how many people I approached, all of whom I found on the streets, all very friendly and inquisitive, but none willing to step in front of the camera.

No clue of where to go, time burning and migraine setting in, I wander the Valley, eyes beginning to sag, motivation in question.

Two hours in when I pass martial arts studio Gracie Barra. The lights are on, half a dozen or so serious looking martial artists working out. As I rip past at 45 miles per hour (really 55, but who’s speeding), the vision of what just blurred through my passenger window forces me to rubber neck. Knowing that this is my spot: Quick speed brake, an illegal U-turn and I’m parked right in front of the place.

I grab my stuff, walk in and learn my first lesson. “No shoes on the mat.” Great! haven’t even opened my mouth and I’m surely about to be bumped out to continue my hunt. How wrong I am!

Turns out my presence is welcome. I first meet Sammy, you’ll meet him shortly. Second lesson, “this place is all about respect.” Sammy introduces me to head instructor Juan Pablo Garcia who is intrigued to be part of 365.

Third Lesson, “humility and perseverance are key.” We’ll get to other lessons soon, but these are foundational to what I learn.

I wish I had the time to write a novel entry about Juan. The man has paid some serious dues. But in respect of my under 1000 word commitment, I’ll do my best to be succinct. Hard for me to do at times. Especially with interviews like Juan’s.

Juan is to the point. Ecuador born, world traveled, has competed in MMA events everywhere. I really mean everywhere; globally, two in the good old United States. We talk of his path, but first and foremost he says, “I am living the dream.” Then he tells me of how he got it, now a nationally respected instructor and champion competitor.

Too much to write, I’ll let you know the short answer, “This guy is self-made.” No sponsors, family money or hand outs. He’s worked hard and you can see the self-respect in his eyes. He shares stories of living in martial arts studios, sleeping on mats by night and cleaning by day, all in trade for room, board and training. Money is not his focus, perfecting his sport is. More lessons; perseverance and passion

I just sit in his office and listen to his history, doing my best to take notes. There is just too much to write. One thing is evident, he is careful to not take all the credit for his success, making it known that I must acknowledge his professor, Alberto Crane. I add this to my list of lessons; respect, honor, diligence.

I haven’t even stepped onto the mat and I’m getting grounded.

Juan invites me behind his desk to look at a YouTube video he opens. It’s him winning countless tournaments. His specialty? Grappling. It was hard to see his face in many of the clips. Annoying how the referee constantly covered it with the raising of the victory arm.

Had to dig these facts out of him: Florida State Champion, Vegas Open Champion, NAGA Champion for 3 years. I’m pretty sure there are more, but he is pretty closed lip about it. Another lesson; humility.

All in all he is a fairly focused and serious guy.

A couple of things did bring a smile to his face.
• Where he now is in life
• Thoughts of his son
• His love for teaching
• An invitation to bring myself and my family to train with him

What about Sammy?

I promise Juan a DVD of the photos we shoot. Sammy steps up in volunteering to come to my house to pick up the disk.

I thought I learned enough for the evening. School’s not over yet.

Sammy Stat’s teach me of focus, mature patience and listening to the heart.
• 26 years old
• Carnegie Mellon Graduate
• Multiple Degrees, Behavioral Economics, Policy Management, Engineering Studies
• Did I say he is 26 years old
• Credits martial arts to his happiness and balance
• Blue Belt, almost a Purple Belt (I’m sure he’ll be Black soon)
• Plans to go to Wall Street later (He’s seen to many of his peer’s burn out too early)
• Can survive Juan pinning him in a cradle (It’s a serious pin, I watched him gasp for air as Juan tightened his hold)

Juan / Sammy, Thanks for the schooling. I may take you up on those mat lessons. Although, I’ll pass on the cradle, thank you.

SideWalk Ghosts / Interview 18: A Tale of Tri Tip and Smiles From Heaven

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Nicke, Hawaii Regular and 8 year Henri’s Veteran

I’m needing to make tonight’s entry rather short and sweet.

Quite a day today. I won’t go into details, but one note to share. I’ve been telling everyone about 365. A few ask me, “why are you doing this?”

There are two general answers: First, “loving meeting people and am learning a tremendous amount about others and myself,” and secondly, “because I’m just a little bit crazy.”

Either way. The more people I tell about 365, the more committed I am to seeing it to the end. And I’ve already handed out a hundred cards or so.

That said, Let’s move on and meet today’s new friend.

There is a place, not too far from my house, that brings nostalgic dining back to life: Henri’s diner, home to Nicke the friendliest waitress in the area.

My meeting with her is quite by chance. This is one of those off camber evenings for me. You know the kind; call home, friend or whoever, to coordinate the day’s end. For me, it’s my wife. 7sh and I’m in the final miles of my commute home. I call the house with that general questions all husbands, spouses or significant others place high of the list of priorities, “what’s for dinner?”

Brave call on this particular evening. Proves to be the wrong conversation opener. Probably would have been much better to ask, “how was your day?” What can I say, other than, “I’m from Mars.”

Now please do not jump to the wrong conclusion. I have a lovely companion: Very talented, loving, patient and  kind. A delight in most instances, but the mix of today’s stresses and distractions, blended with my unthoughtful question, “What for dinner?” left me feeling like Jim Carey in Liar Liar. You may know the elevator scene that I’m talking about.

Bottom line, I’m on my own for this evenings meal, my fallback, to meet my daughter at one of our local eateries where she was having dinner with a friend.

“Hey Radstone! You told me this was going to be a short entry. Quit the run-on already! OK, OK, I’ll summarize. Keep you’re shoes on.

Back to Henri’s.

I walk in, and it’s like walking into room full of friendly conversation. Here is the bullet play-by-play of the scene.

• Daughter sitting with friend and her father (by the way, he manages Henri’s).
• A little slow, yet all the tables are chatting with each other.
• Nicke knows everyone.
• Order my Tri-Tip
• Sit back and observe Nicke at work. It’s a magical thing watching her interact with the room. All smiles and first names. Where in life do you go to eat these days where the waitress knows you by name, and asks about your family. I love this girl.
• Cannot pass up inviting her to 365.
• Without a flinch, she says OK.
• Ask her to sit with me for a moment so we can have an informal interview.
• She says, “I’d rather stand.”
• I decide it’s not personal that she does not want to sit across from me. I don’t think I’m scary. Although I’m sure there are still a few from Lanark Park who may beg to differ (Read 365 Day 4 / Fish Out Of Water Saved By Francis the Key Guy).
• Take photo and chat at counter for a bit.

My take away.

Nicke, you’re a sweetheart!

10:33pm. Still have not caught up with my lovely wife. Time to ask her, “How was your day?

Until tomorrow!

SideWalk Ghosts / Interview 17: Water Really Does Seek Its Own Level

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I’m growing to love my 365 Sunday neighborhood strolls. Yep, Lived in my house for 9 years, though I knew the area. And in only two weeks of 365 outings, am beginning to realize I really know nothing about the people who live so near to me, and how amazing they are. Everyone has a story, my local community is a testament to culture. Not talking about hyped culture. What I am focusing on is the kind that has roots: Individuals, families, and diverse origins. The streets around me are a real melting pot of humanity. And how cool is that!

It’s a funny thing how easy it is to get caught in the comfort of our own personal islands. Home is our sanctuary, but I’m also starting to accept the fact that it can be an isolation as well. Only 17 days into 365 and I’m blown away at what I am learning. Keeping my chins up and eyes open is showing me that the world really is a small place.

I challenge you to join me in reaching out. Get to know your neighbors. Not just the ones to the left and right of you. Dig a little deeper, walk a longer stride and say hello to faces you’ve never seen. I promise you’ll be better for doing so.

One of my philosophical soap boxes statement, “water does seek its own level.” I experience this point in flying colors tonight.

I’m out for only a few minutes, literally a 2 minute walk from my front door when I come across Artist, Janet, and her co-blogging daughter, Marie. It’s Marie’s birthday (HAPPY B-DAY). She, her Mother and baby Bichon Frise are on a neighborly walk. They are about 100 yards in front of me. The little voice in my heart is telling me I need to introduce myself to them. But, with the distance, I feel it would be a little creepy to speed up the pace to catch up to where they are. I tell myself if it is meant to be, it will be.

I divert my focus to enjoy the beautiful light passing through the trees, when Marie, Janet and Bichon baby stop to chat with a neighbor who is busily watering her lawn. Feeling a bit like an intruder, I step up into the conversation and introduce myself and my project.

Back to “water does seek its own level.” I find out that Marie is a very established stylist and fashion consultant, who prior to working on her own, was with Barneys New York. Quite an accomplishment for a woman in her early twenties. It’s always great to meet people in supporting fields. Check out her blog, themavenpost.com. This girl is really talented, so any of you reading this entry who are in need of a stylist, get her while you can, or at least put her in your contact list.

However, credit where credit is due. Marie comes from a line of artists. Here mother Janet is an accomplished pastel artist. We talk about art for a minute and they invite me into their home to see some of her drawings. We even figure out an on the fly way to photograph one of them. I would be remise by not showing you her artwork. It goes further though, Janet also has a son following in her artistic footsteps, a very successfully working celebrity photographer. Both she and Marie tell me about him with great pride. I always love it when I hear of other people keeping alive as photographers and artists. Thanks ladies for the affirmation.

Here is the greatest thing about the experience. As I am invited into the house, I am greeted into a living room full of some of the warmest people I have come upon. The home is busy with activity; family members are watching TV, playing with children or simply relaxing. Even though it’s family Sunday, they are all thoroughly welcoming to what is now, their experience in meeting a stranger, who? me!

I’m humbled by the time spent with this sweet family and walk away with another witness of family love and unity.

Thanks for the invite neighbors. I look forward to bumping into you again!