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With Squirrels and Crows

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One of the Squirrels at Chace Park

It was a perfect day to visit Burton Chace Park on its little peninsula in Marina del Rey. The mercury was rising, I was in the middle of an Icelandic mystery by the masterful Arnaldur Indriðason, and I missed the cool sea breezes that characterize the park, even when no one else experiences them. So I stopped first at Bay Cities Italian Deli & Bakery for one of their famous Godmother sandwiches and a soda and took them with me to the park.

On weekdays, visitors to the park could park for free for up to 90 minutes by the parking meters.

As usual, the park was full of hungry squirrels and loud crows. I’ve always liked them. They were good company for a bookworm like me, unlike the bums and spare change artists whom I avoided like the plague. Fortunately, they were not in evidence today.

After an hour and a half, I returned home feeling fresh. Martine was gone out for a walk, so I warmed up some of my potato and spinach curry and served it with a dollop of plain yogurt.

Unfortunately, some of the rich turmeric-laden sauce dripped onto my shirt. Turmeric is one stain that does not come out easily. Sigh!

Moments

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Most of my favorite moments are connected with travel. The last time I landed in Mérida, Tucatán, I was in a veritable trance. I remembered places I had been as the taxi took me to the Hotel Piazetta at the Parque de la Mejorada. I had been to Mérida five or more times already, and it was like revisiting an old friend.

At the Museum of Flying

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Douglas DC Series Plane at the Museum of Flying

This afternoon, Martine and I visited the Museum of Flying adjacent to the Santa Monica Airfield. As you can see from the number of cars in the lot, there weren’t many visitors today. Before they moved to the present building on Airport Avenue, they were in much larger quarters on the other side of the airfield. For whatever reason, it seems as if the museum split into parts, with mostly the exhibits relating to Douglas Aircraft moving to the new quarters.

It led me to thinking about how many aircraft and automobile museums are closing down. Many of the aircraft museums depend on flying veterans from the U.S.’s many wars to serve as volunteers. We’ve visited the Palm Springs Aviation Museum; the Pima Air & Space Museum in South Tucson, AZ; the Estrella Warbird Museum in Paso Robles; and Torrance’s Western Museum of Flight. Big or small, they are all fascinating—but I suspect that most of them will be closing their doors once the knowledgeable volunteers start dying out.

World War One Fokker Dr.I Triplane

With all of these museums, once you get tired of looking at the planes, there are usually interesting videos to watch. I saw two of them this afternoon: one on Howard Hughes’s giant “Spruce Goose” seaplane and the other a history of the commercial airplane manufacturing industry focusing on Donald Douglas and William E. Boeing.

Waco Aviation Biplane

I hope to revisit this little museum again. From one year to the next, there is a large scale turnover in the exhibits and videos.

Scrawny Squirrels

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Martine Trying to Feed a Squirrel

Sunday was a typical hot-and-cold day with a heavy marine layer and forecasts of rain in the eastern mountains and deserts. In other words, it was Mexican Monsoon season. Rather than break into a sweat in our apartment, I proposed we spend some hours at Chace Park in the Marina, maybe picking up a picnic lunch at the supermarket on the way.

I grabbed a book (George Mackay Brown’s Rockpools and Daffodils) and headed out with Martine to the Marina. She picked up a ready-made chicken sandwich at Ralph’s and saved bits of the crust to feed to the local squirrels and crows.

The park has a large number of scrawny squirrels who, I think, feed mostly on the leavings of picnickers. It was funny to see her approach the squirrels and try to convince them that they should take advantage of the crust she was offering them. Occasionally they did; but then, they decided to give it a pass. Martine turned away disgusted. But it was not in vain: The crows landed and grabbed the crumbs refused by the squirrels.

There was a pleasant breeze at Chace Park, and I enjoyed taking a walk that took in the statue of the helmsman at the tip of the peninsula in which the park is situated.

Statue of the Helmsman at Chace Park

The sun didn’t come out, but in sunny California that is no tragedy. We got fed, the crows and squirrels got fed, and I read a goodly chunk of George Mackay Brown, which is always a good thing.