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Godspeed, Mr. Gilligan

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He was a good dog.

Well, no. Not really.

Half the time he was a good dog. A SuperDog. Worthy of Polly Purebred.

But the other half, he was a whiney, headstrong itch that constantly demanded scratching.

And I loved him. I’m proud that my last day with Gilligan was at Frozen Head State Park, switch-backing up to the lookout tower, driven by his and Ozzy‘s panting pace. He pissed me off a few times. He amazed me a few more. And when we met a group of backpackers who were about to ascend the mountain to spend the night, he managed to slip his collar and insert himself next to their husky in a photo I was trying to snap for them.

That was Gilligan. Half the time I loved him; half the time I wanted to slap him upside the head. Sometimes, regrettably, I did.

I never realized how hard I would take his death.

He started whining when we hit Oak Ridge on the way back from Frozen Head. I figured he needed to pee. I consoled him. Only a few more minutes. He put his black-and-tan muzzle on my right shoulder, looking me in the eye through the rearview mirror from the back seat of my truck. When we pulled into the driveway, I let him and Ozzy out. They’d been bolting at every opportunity, but I didn’t think they would now.

Not after a 3 1/2 hour, 7 mile hike up Frozen Head.

Not when I was dangling dinner in their earholes.

But they leaped out of the truck, pissed on the nearest shrubbery and bolted up the driveway to freedom. Lara, who was taking Xena on her after-dinner walk up on the street, shouted as the hounds flew past. They kept going, fueled by the thrill of rubbing their freedom in the face of every fenced dog they passed. I was pissed. Really pissed. But there wasn’t much to be done. I showered. Lara and I went off to meet friends for dinner, confident that the hounds would be home when we returned.

They weren’t. Lara went to bed around 1 a.m. When she awoke at 4, Ozzy was in the garage, grateful to be let in the house. Gilligan was nowhere to be seen.

He still wasn’t here when I awoke around 8. I put a note on Facebook. On my blog. On the animal shelter’s site. Ozzy and I walked the road looking for Gilligan. Lara called the emergency vet clinic. There was no sign of him. We decided to grab lunch and run errands. And that’s when Lara spotted him. Lying on the side of the road. Already stiff. I think he died instantly, but that wasn’t much consolation. I spent the rest of the afternoon bathed in vodka and tears, wishing that asshole were whining at my feet, begging to go down to the dock for a swim in the frigid cove.

So  now I’m sitting here smoking a cigar, listening to Hayes Carll, thinking about all the dock diving our black-and-tan dumpster diver got to do before he met his maker.

Godpeed, Mr. Gilligan. You were a good dog …

Photos of the Frozen Head Hike

Photos of Gilligan

Gilligan joins the pack

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Server migration turns up lost gems

While I was migrating to new servers, I realized I have a lot of stuff buried on my server that predates my blogging days. Much of it was created with an image program called Arles. Previously, I was linking to much of this from the left rail of my page, but it really didn’t do justice to it. So I created this page to provide links and more detail so it doesn’t get completely lost.

Travel

London photos, Fall 2006: A link to a Flickr page of photos I shot while I was in London speaking at a conference.

Tampa fishing trip, Fall 2006: Wes, Rusty and I fish the flats in Tampa Bay.

New England, 2006: A trip Lara and I took to Maine and Vermont. There also are photos here of one of Joanne’s Pickin’ Parties.

Denver, 2006: A trip Lara and I took to Denver, including a visit to the new offices of the now-defunct Rocky Mountain News. Gone, but not forgotten.

Cabo San Lucas 2005: Wes and I run amok in Mexico. Another great travel adventure with a great friend.

Helsinki 2005: Daytrip we took across the Baltic Sea during a European vacation. We flew from Tallinn, Estonia, to Helsinki via helicopter here.

Paris 2005: Images on Flickr from our trip to Paris during a European vacation.

Amsterdam 2005: Images on Flickr from our trip to the Netherlands during a European vacation.

Stairway to Europe 2005: During our European vacation, we encountered lots of funky stairways.

Tallinn, Estonia 2005: Images on Flickr from our trip to Tallinn for my cousin’s wedding during a European vacation.

Jamaica 2003: Our first trip to Jamaica. We fell in love with the island, the people and the communities in Treasure Beach during that trip and returned several times to Villa Hikaru, an amazing beachfront villa on th south coast.

Jamaica 2004: Another trip to Treasure Beach, Jamaica. We became acquainted with the incredible Lignum Vitae (tree of life, Jamaica’s national tree).

Jamaica 2006: Sadly, it’s been several years now since this trip to Treasure Beach. I’m longing to return. We met Jellyman during this trip.

Anasazi ruins 2003: After my lab cross, PigPen (aka Bubba) died, I wanted to return to New Mexico to spread his ashes. After carefully labeling the bag of ashes in my luggage so the Department of Homeland Security wouldn’t think they were something nefarious and toss me in jail, I took Bubba back home (he was born in Algadones).

Blackberry Farm 2001: We celebrate Lara’s birthday at Blackberry Farm in the Smoky Mountains of Tennessee. Incredible place, and she got to try trout fishing.

Big South Fork 2001: A fall 2001 hike at Big South Fork on the Tennessee/Kentucky line with my friend, Maria, and Xena, my Newf.

Frozen Head State Park 2001: A hike at my favorite Tennessee hiking spot with Jim Sexton and our dogs.

Frozen Head hike, New Year’s Day, 2005: Lara and I take the dogs for a walk to ring in the new year.

Yellowstone 1997: The sole survivor from my work at GoWest, and online outdoor site where Lara and I worked. This was taken with a Kodak DC40, my first digital camera. It was all digital from there. This trip to Yellowstone is one of my all time favorites. It was punctuated by watching an eagle soar over Old Faithful shortly before the geyser erupted.

A fish tale 2000: The first of many trips that my buddy Wes and I have taken. We drove to Destin, Florida, and chartered a boat to go deep-sea fishing. Lots of grouper. Lots of fun.

Wes vs. the grouper 2003: Another Benz-Jackson harassment of innocent grouper. This time off Clearwater, Florida.

Wine Country: Another Lara birthday adventure, this time to Wine Country, where Lara got to pilfer a few grapes from the Silver Oak vineyard.

Blue Ridge Parkway 1998: A drive along the entire length of the Blue Ridge Parkway on my way to Joanne’s annual Pickin’ Party in Pennsyltucky. Highight of the trip: Bubba gets bitten by a rattlesnake, and lives to howl about it.

Princess goes to Key West: An amazing trip to Key West with several co-workers. This was a long, strange one. Not sure of the year, but I’m thinking this was late ’90s. Maybe ’98 or ’99?

Bob and Lara in Key West 2001: Lara and I vacation in Key West.

New Orleans 1999: Another co-worker trip, this one to New Orleans. Much mayhem.

New Orleans 2002: A trip with Lara, her brother and sister-in-law and a few friends, highlighted by a close encounter with Jennifer Flowers and a chance to listen to Bryan Lee.

Dallas 2005: A few photos I took in Deep Ellum while we were in Dallas for a conference. This included the infamous “Jay is Elaine’s bitch” incident.

Wailin’ in Wales 1996: While I was working for GoWest, the outdoors site, I went to Wales to go mountain biking with Richy and company. Great guys. Wales is incredible, especially the Brecon Beacons area.

London 1996: Photos I took while visiting London during the mountain biking trip. My favorite is my trip to the British Museum, where the Beatles schooled me in the power of pop culture.

Oddities

LBJ and Me: A Photo Essay: I’m a man of infinite obsessions. A tiny LBJ filled that need for about a year or two. It was a lot of fun taking the little president around the world.

Friends & Family

It’s a ‘Burgh thing: My return to the Benz tribal homeland of Pittsburgh for my nephew’s graduation.

Heather on Wheels: My niece, Heather, in my convertible.

Knapp Family reunion 2o00: A gathering of my mother’s side of the family.

Pickin’ & Grinnin’ 2000: One of many trips to Joanne’s for the annual Pickin’ Party near Harrisburg, Pa.

Pickin’ & Grinnin’ 2002 One of many trips to Joanne’s for the annual Pickin’ Party near Harrisburg, Pa

Scripps New Media flotilla 2000: My staff and I head out to Norris Lake in Tennessee to float and ski.

Edge Thanksgiving 2000: Lara and I travel to Arkansas to celebrate Turkey Day with the Edges.

Thanksgiving 2002: We started a tradition where much of my family comes to Tennessee for Thanksgiving each year. These photos are from the first event, in 2002. Also, see photos from 2005 and 2006.

My birthday, 2003: Photos of a morning hike at Melton Hill park on my birthday as well as shots of our late friend Boogie and her son and daughter.

December 2001: Assorted photos taken around the holidays. There are a few shots here of Bubba during his final days, including one of him and his buddy Crystal sleeping together in the livingroom.

Chile Cookoff: Photos from a chile cookoff my staff held while we were still at the Digital Crossing offices.

Christmas tree parties and invites: When Lara and I were married in 1989, we started a tradition where all of our friends came over to decorate our Christmas tree. The only rule was that the ornament had to be homemade and it couldn’t offend small children or vegetarians. We’ve done it every year since, sometimes with big, audacious bashes featuring Yankee Jass Bands and sometimes with just a handful of friends. But it’s a tradition we cherish, and it’s produced a lot of great memories. The invites themselves were pretty amusing at times, especially in 1998. Here are links to invites and party photos …

Fireplace Project 2000: After buying an old farmhouse in Hardin Valley, Lara and I opened up a fireplace that had been boarded up.

Rusty in East Tennessee 2001: The RustyMan visits Tennessee and gets the full tour.

Joanne turns 40: Joanne, one of our dearest friends, celebrates her 40th birthday in Pennsylvania. Lara and I dropped in to surprise her, despite the snowstorm we wandered into.

Christmas 2001: Photos from Christmas when my brother, Steve, came to visit.

My 40th birthday bash 2002: In perhaps the coolest thing anyone ever has done for me, Lara managed to convinced a group of my best friends to come to Tennessee to surprise me on my 40th birthday. We spent several days on a house boat on Dale Hollow Lake playing guitars, raising hell and swimming.

Benzes visit Tennessee: My brother Jeff and his family visit us at our house in Hardin Valley.

LornaFest 2003: When Lorna interned with us, I told her she could stay with me and Lara to help her save money. She arrived a snarky intern and left a friend.

Canaan 2003: Photos of the Canaan Bitches celebrating their annual wild women in the woods weekend in West Virginia. Terrifying. Truly terrifying.

The Cellar Dwellers 1997: When Lara and I moved to Tennessee from Austin, Texas, we found a small, horrible basement apartment to keep us until we found a house. This is the tale of the experience. It’s still one of my favorite web creations, despite how rough it is.

Animals

Assorted dog photos: This are photos in my Flickr set dedicated to dogs. My dogs. Friends’ dogs. Strangers dog. Dogs on their own. Yes, dogs are another of my obsessions.

Bubba: The late, great Bubba, aka PigPen. Born on a farm in Algadones, New Mexico. Survivor of a rattlesnake bite. And one of the coolest canines I’ve ever had the pleasure to know. He was a lab/golden cross, but we always suspected he had a bit of Newf in him.

Crystal:  My first dog as an adult. Her mother was Brandy, a cocker spaniel my sister-in-law owned. Lara bought the pup for me as a Christmas present during our first Christmas together in 1989. Crystal and Bubba were bosom buddies.

Xena: Xena was a birthday present in 1999. She’s a big, happy-go-lucky Newf who has been the source of more smiles than I can count. It’s also worth checking out Xena vs. the Crab, an encounter between Newf and crustacean.

Fluffy: When Lara and I finally escaped the basement, we decided to add another member to our pack. Poor Fluffy was a chow-cross who was the victim of a divorce. Neither owner could or wanted to keep her, so we took her in. She was a strange though intensely loyal dog.

Sydney: The cockatoo from hell. He’s 20+ years old as of this writing (01/10) and he’s just getting started. We purchased Sydney after Lara’s Amazon parrot, Taco, died of a stroke. Despite his destructive streak, Sydney is a sweet, amusing cockatoo.

Kesey: A tired old collie who was dumped at Melton Hill Park, which is where I used to walk my dogs. When I found him there, I couldn’t leave him out in the cold. So we took him in and the pack expanded to four.

Ozzy: Another dog that was dumped at Melton Hill Park. Why anyone would dump him is beyond me. He’s some kind of retriever/hound/chow cross. Very sweet.

Gilligan: Yet another dog dumped at Melton Hill Park. Yes, there’s a trend there. We took him in reluctantly because he was completely wired, but he’s calmed down pretty well and has given me a humbling lesson in dealing with hounds. I hate him. I love him.

Mully Jingles: When Lara’s best buddy from college, Boogie, died, she left behind a 5-pound Maltese who needed a home. We took him in and changed his name from Jingles to Mully. The name is a shortening of Golbaste Mamarem Evlame Gurdile Shefin Mully Ully Gue, Most Mighty Emperor of Lilliput, delight and terror of the universe. Indeed, he is.

Video links

Jackie Sings Swing Low: The late, great Jackie Brown sings Swing Low at one of our Christmas parties. I only wish I’d shot the entire song …

Christmas Carols: More singing by Jackie Brown at one of our Christmas parties.

Xena women howl: This has to be seen/heard to be believed. It’s a ritual shout of the Xena women after they do a shot of tequila at a Christmas party. Frightening. Invigorating. Makes me grave a bit of Patron …