There Was Also Joy

Back in 1997, or closely thereabouts, Pam and I took a trip to France’s Loire region. We were living in Germany at the time for Pam’s military assignment, and we wanted to drive over to see another of France’s wine regions. We’d loved the wines we’d had from the Loire, and wanted to explore the area in person. At the time I was writing a regular column on food and wine on CompuServe’s Wine Forum. Yes, CompuServe. It was that long ago… Through online friends we were able to get appointments at a few great wineries in the region, including Baumard in Savennieres, Druet in Bourgueil, and Domain Huet in Vouvray. Huet has for decades arguably produced some of the world’s finest chenin blanc wines. For people who love what great chenin blanc can be, visiting the Domain is like a pilgrimage to Mecca. Well, except they don’t have wine at Mecca. But you get the idea. Pam and I arrived at Huet and found to our surprise our tour guide was none other than M. Gaston Huet, the son of founder

Update:  Fixed all the missing images. Google and my blogging software weren't playing nicely! It’s Official. We’re one year into our new lives without Pam. As you can imagine, it’s quite hard to focus on anything other than simply surviving the holidays and the anniversary of The Event. (Yes, that’s how we’ve come to talk about it. Capital letters included.) We’ve been blessed with an incredible outpouring of support and love. From the GoFundMe campaign that’s helped pay for lawyers and doctors, to the constant messages, calls, notes, and simple positive thoughts that get sent our way—everything has been a blessing that’s helped us through an unbearable year. What I said last year when I broke the news of the awful event bears repeating: Go hug your loved ones. Life is short and unexpected things lie around every corner. Cherish those close to you, and make sure they know it. I don’t have words to express our gratitude. All I have space in my empty soul right now fo

Back in 2000 Pam was selected to attend Air Command and Staff College (ACSC), one of the US Air Force’s officer training schools. ACSC is nearly mandatory if you want to advance past the rank of Major. I don’t know the selection rate for the school, but it was impressive to get in. We moved to Montgomery, Alabama, where the school’s run at Maxwell Air Force Base. Our daughter was five weeks old at the time of the move, so the nine or ten months at school were pretty tough on Pam: wake up, feed herself, feed Lydia, off to school, come home for lunch to feed Lydia, back to school, home, feed Lydia, do homework, collapse in bed. In between all that Pam did some amazing things during her time at ACSC. One of the most impressive was a paper she wrote on Poland’s efforts to modernize their military. Why the topic? Erm, her last name was WOLOSZ, folks. Polish genealogy nut. There you have it. She spent months working on this paper, and that work paid off: She got top honors for it, inc

Pam and I spent four years living in the rural Bavarian countryside of Germany. She was working as a test director at a civilian aircraft maintenance facility just outside Ingolstadt, home of the Audi automobile plant. Bavaria was an amazing place to live. Great food, wonderful people, and a short drive to many wonderful areas. During our time in Germany we traveled extensively, driving the old, used Audi Coupe we bought into the ground. It’s a sad thing when the tow truck drivers at the German equivalent of AAA know you on a first-name basis… At the time I was writing an online wine and food column called Jim’s Kitchen for CompuServe’s Wine Forum. I focused in on pairing wine and food, and wrote about the various successes and failures. One year we decided to gather up some of our favorite recipes and interweave them with stories of some of our experiences. The end result: Unsere Vier Jahreszeiten in Deutchland , or, Our Four Years in Germany. The book went out to family and fr

Pam and I met lots of friends during out time in Anchorage. A few knew of our romance before I left the USAF and we married. ( We’d had to keep things secret before that.) I can’t even remember how we met Brad and Lana, only that we immediately became close, close friends. (The header photo on this blog is from a canoe trip we took together with them.) Brad and Lana came over to visit us while we were living in Germany. We took them lots of places during their visit, but high on our list was a trip to Tiers, a wonderful spot right in the middle of the beautiful Italian Dolomite mountains. Yes, the same spot with the terrifying ski lift I wrote about earlier . We stayed at the same penzione Pam had found a couple years earlier. It was a wonderful, amazing place that she’d stumbled across in some oddball travel book. Brad and Lana fit right in, and the stoic Gasthaus hostess immediately took them under her wing. Brad and Lana both came from farming backgrounds, and somehow that

Mid-life crises are A Thing. I hit my late 40s and decided to pick up guitar again after decades away from it. I played a bit in junior high, but was awful at it. I got the itch, so I went out and bought a $200 Fender D60 guitar, then took some classical guitar lessons. It scratched my itch and fulfilled my need for something new and interesting as I got near 50. A few years later we needed to replace our very aging, high mile Jeep Cherokee. Two small kids, lots of sports and other activities, so of course we started looking at SUVs and minivans. Because, well, practicality. One day I was working at home and my wife came in to tell me she’d found something she wanted to test drive. Pam always had far, far higher aspirations than I did. Why should her midlife crisis be any different? So we ended up with this.

Pam loved puzzles. No, I mean LOVED puzzles. Early in our marriage we used to spend hours working on large puzzles of outdoor vistas. I think we even knocked off a 10,000 piece monster of a view in the Italian Dolomites. We had at least 20 puzzles in the closet, including a several-thousand piece one of cheeses. Yes, cheese. She was from Wisconsin. You’d expect different because… ? Pam’s puzzle passion changed when we started having kids. Turns out having thousands of tiny cardboard pieces around drooly, grabby munchkins isn’t a recipe for a calm play time. So we traded those monsters in for kid-appropriate puzzles and continued on. We were always happy to find a vacation spot that had a pile of puzzles for us to play with. Not sure where Pam’s love of puzzles started, but I did find this great photo of her in her high school days…