Forum Posts

johngolden_nyc
Jan 17, 2021
In Stories
In Sept 1978 Ken was 24 yrs old and joined me on a trip to Europe, the first for both. I was relocating to Frankfurt for a job, bringing my used Volvo and Ken wanted to keep me company. He was an easy-going traveler, sometimes complaining of my fast driving, but appreciating the sights. We played Songs in the Key of Life which Ken had copied to a cassette. We spent a few days in Earl's Court London, observing punk fashion and doing museums, then drove to the Dover ferry, crossed to Calais and reached Amiens for 1 night before driving into Paris. Here we stayed a few days being tourists, plus he had been invited to contribute some of his art to a photography museum. We rarely paid for the privilege of restaurants, but snacked on wine, bread and cheese, which did smell up the car until we gave up the habit. We visited Lyon, then crossed the mountains into Turin, Italy where we both wanted to see the famous Shroud of Turin. Next was Milan, and Leonardo's Last Supper. I mimiced the Italians driving on the sidewalk, which Ken thought was significant, and liked to remind me of it. Also I had a fender bender, scraping past some delivery truck. Without any common language, I paid the victim whatever lira was in my wallet, which didn't satisfy him, but we got away without a police complaint. Exciting! We stopped in Genoa, then drove to Fienza where we bought leather coats and a "Fienza" plate that Ken packed to bring home to Mom. Next was Venice. We parked outside and boated in. We talked with some Italian kids, and tried to meet them to see The Last Waltz. Leaving Venice, someone had stolen my Virginia license plate, presumably a valuable souvenir, so I filed a police report, but one license plate remained. We drove back to Milan then north to Lake Garda, where Tennyson wrote "Row us out from Desenzano, to your Sirmione row!". After a night in Sirmione it was back to Milan where we said goodbye at the station. I drove through the Alps into my new job in Germany. Ken had more vacation and took a train to Barcelona and enjoyed a more leisurely pace.
1
0
15
johngolden_nyc
Jan 17, 2021
In Stories
In the late 1990s our family rented a ski cabin at Mt.Snow as Pat and her kids were visiting for Christmas. It was fun teaching the non-skiers, and Ken dared the intermediate slopes. He and I were driving back Christmas Day to the Pavalows, and I decided to teach him to drive, to lose my role as Ken's driver. Very soon, the power failed, and it seemed the clutch had blown. While not helping Ken's driving confidence, it was likely coincidental. We got a tow to Greenfield Mass where a garage was open but no mechanic so we left the car. We asked what was open and were told that a nice lady down the block would help. Mrs. Marion Caines welcomed us into her home and gave us food and drink while her family got ready for Christmas. We spent over an hour, as Ken told stories and he and Marion entertained each other. Later that afternoon we caught a bus to Connecticut and joined the Pavalow Christmas. I kept my role as Ken's driver and go-to mechanic.
May your clutch fail in Greenfield Mass. content media
1
0
10
johngolden_nyc
Jan 17, 2021
Ken's Timeline Highlights content media
1
0
15
j
johngolden_nyc
Writer
More actions