Monday, June 5, 2017

Trials, trails & tribulations: remembering Ada Miller


My first sojourn across the southwestern U.S. was with paternal grandmother and step-grandfather, that lived next door, when I was about eight or nine. A decade later, as a young Navy Airman, I made the drive from Los Angeles to Corpus Christi, Texas. It took me through the Sonoran & Chihuahuan deserts & El Paso del Norte. I’ve had a great affection for their landscapes ever since. Many travelers, over centuries and millennia, have made their journeys north-south and east-west as I did through these regions. Meme’s family were part of the 20th Century migrations.

If you’re fortunate enough to have a copy of RENOIR TO REMINGTON IMPRESSIONISM TO THE AMERICAN WEST, Edited by Patrick Shaw Cable, El Paso Museum of Art (2014).

On page 131 you’ll see  a brief-bio of Ada Miller, which reads:


“ADA MILLER (American 1874-1956)
Organ Mountains, 1920
El Paso Museum of Art. Gift of Hal Marcus and Patricia Medici. 2009. 7.1 (pl. 90)







Ada Miller was born in 1874 in Sweetwater, Texas, and is considered an early California Impressionist painter. After her first husband disappeared and her second husband died from consumption, Miller struggled financially while raising her children. Eventually, in 1910, she and her three children moved to El Paso in order to have an easier time finding work. Miller had always enjoyed drawing and she wished to devote more time to art, which she was able to do after her first son was drafted into the army and her daughter married.  Following a third marriage, Miller began lessons in oil painting and later studied with Lewis Teel in El Paso and other artists in California. While in El Paso she focused on the depiction of the Texas high desert and its foliage and flowers. In 1932 Ada and her third husband, Frank Miller, moved to Venice Beach, California. Miller remained the rest of her life in California, where she spent her days gardening and painting.”


While thumbing through this book I noted that on page 103 they used one of Ada’s works for the section-page of “PURE PANORAMAS.” Of the artwork I am surrounded with at home, Ada’s is the most prevalent. I came by that honestly, in that she was the maternal great-grandmother of Pat, Mark & Mary/Meme (and Pete Erickson too). I’ve been around the three Medici kids of Ruth (O’Hara) & Charles Medici for a few decades (our parents were good friends) now. Of course, being married to Meme has undoubtedly been the primary cause for that.

One of the many benefits has been the ability to drink-in the landscapes that Ada Miller painted. As a National Park Ranger I worked at some desert parks, and visited many others. There is something special about arid places, and I am a fan of her work. I often find myself staring at her interpretations, wondering about the effort and experience of “being there then.” For now, let’s just enjoy some (with apologies for my humble photographic efforts)



Wednesday, May 3, 2017

“Tennis Everyone”

St. Michael's Boys team

03 May 2017 – The New Mexico Activities Association (NMAA) high school tennis tournament is beginning today. I’ll miss chairing individual and doubles finals tomorrow night, and being a site referee for first day of team competitions on Friday. This is due to “retiring” from U.S. Tennis Association (USTA) and Intercollegiate Tennis Association (ITA) officiating at the end of last year. I still love the game: hit-the-ball, hit-the-ball, hit-the-ball (hopefully over the net and inside the court). I consider myself very fortunate to have been an official for the USTA & ITA the previous decade. 
During those years, the majority of my trips down & up I-25 between Santa Fe and Albuquerque were to the University of New Mexico for college assignments. Most had been college chair-umpire work when the two organizations worked closely together. In fact, to get ITA certification you had to be USTA qualified, and the ITA rules were part of USTA’s “Friend At Court” rule book. That changed last year. However, for me, the highlight of the tennis year in New Mexico was the annual NMAA high school tournament, or “State” as its called here. The adrenalin and excitement pumped you through three and a half action packed days. To see the players & fans so “pumped” was a joy that often stayed with you for days (if not weeks).


I will greatly miss working with the other ITA & USTA officials, the players (from Juniors on up), and the event organizers & tournament directors (plus their staff). The USTA has evolved significantly during the 10-years I represented them. They’re making major improvements: great outreach work introducing younger players, and a broader cultural diversity, to the entire spectrum of the sport. Many folks don’t realize that the PGA (Professional Golf Association) and USTA are the sports organizations that generate more revenue than the National Football League (until recently a non-profit) in this country. When you think of the hundreds of tournaments (Juniors-to-Seniors), it is easy to see how that has been done; and don’t forget the merchandizing = big buck$ too...


I was occasionally asked: “why did you leave (the officiating)?”
My reply: “It used to be more fun.”
Much like “working for the government” the bureaucracy of a large organization can eventually wear you down. I’ve had over forty years of government service (between being an employee & contractor) and thought it time to step-back from this mega-organization. Now, they are by no means FIFA or the IOC (thank goodness), but over-the-years I’ve observed little changes and cues from USTA. I guess the earliest was when we were told that USTA wanted to get younger and have a more diverse cadre of officials. 

This was followed shortly thereafter by officials having to print out their own annual refresher pages for use at the mandatory certification training and meeting. A year or two later a national USTA instructor introduced a new proposed paradigm to us: forego payment (about $15 per hour at the time) and do it for “the love of the game.” That hasn’t happened, but we do still love the sport. Then there were National HQ instructors pointing out the facts-of-life: some players were untouchables, they generated so much fan interest (and revenue) that they could assault an official on court and get away with it (or be re-instated post-performance enhancing drug suspension and be waved into a tournament without earning their way back via points. I recall when Andre Agassi had to play a tournament in Burbank to earn points on his way back: good thing for him and the game that he did).
player at NMAA 
As noted, over the past 10-years USTA has made additional positive changes: only allow the wearing of their officials shirts at their sanctioned events (ITA, conferences and other events have their own); the separation of ITA rules from the USTA rule book (well, I’m still not “sold” on that one); required completion of the “Safe Play” course on-line on how to identify and report potential child/sexual abuse cases (post-Penn State/Sandusky).
Many of the above changes and additions were good.
One that wasn’t as positive (from my perspective) was taking away the part of the mandatory annual training in a classroom, to individuals completing everything on-line. I believe a mix of remote learning and face-to-face works best. They limited the opportunity to talk with other officials as a group about common concerns & issues. Instead when six of us worked a college match we talked then, but we were usually too busy to consult  about the craft. Another “suggestion” was that each of us, as contractors, should acquire $1-2 million of liability insurance: in case we made a bad decision/call. ITA & USTA didn’t employ us, just contracted us leaving us with the liability exposure in case of a bad call. Adding this liability factor, to state gross receipts taxes, invoicing errors (by referees), and ITA & USTA membership fees it no longer was as fun as it used-to-be (except for “State”: what athletic events should be like).



So, despite some conditions-of-maturity and limitations, I’ve decided I’m going back to play (& have fun).

Coming Next Time: Who is Ada Miller?

Tuesday, April 18, 2017

Aloha Hawai’i (our brief “Big Island” trip)


As I sit volunteering at the NPS’ Old Santa Fe Trail information desk (not “brought to you by Taco Bell” yet) on this Good Friday (14 Apr 17), I realize it might be time to reflect on our recent time on Hawai’i. It was my fifth time to the islands, but my first to the “Big Island.” My Burbank High School & Glendale College amigo, Kirk Harris, has a condo in the Kailua-Kona area and has been dropping tantalizing bits-of-bait encouraging a come-look-see. So, we finally did.


We booked non-stop flights to/from Phoenix (PHX) & Kona (KOA): coming from Santa Fe that seemed like a good way to go, as Southwest (which we took from/to Albuquerque) and American are both in terminal 4. However, as a heads-up: in order to stay within the TSA security area the hike between flight gates is about 30-minutes (but good exercise). Meme had booked us an efficiency condo at the Kona Islander Inn via Air BnB, and it was adequate for our humble needs (parking was a challenge though; in fact finding a parking place nearby became one of our daily challenges and highlights due to Spring Break).

On our first full day we received a Facebook message from a former NPS colleague, Dwayne Collier, who listed several places to see and activities to pursue. We feel fortunate to have experienced some of his recommendations. Our initial day-trip was to Pu’uhonua o Honaunau National Historical Park (NHP). Formerly called “City of Refuge” it remains an important spiritual area for Native Hawaiians. A popular snorkeling area is just north of the NHP: Two-step Beach. Water ingress/egress was rocky and I made a small sacrificial blood offering while exiting; the base of my right palm is almost healed (2+ weeks later).

Next day started with Arts & Crafts fair at Hulihe’e Palace and visit to the Kaloko-Honokohau NHP, between Kona and the airport. Park Ranger Steve Makuakane-Jarrell was murdered there while on patrol in Dec. of 1999. Yes, even in paradise being a Park Ranger can be a dangerous job. I remember when it happened, and hearing that he went to investigate to report/complaint of “dog off leash,” and his wife became a widow. The Park features opportunities to see green turtles in shallow water at shorelines, plus Native fish traps & ponds. The freshwater areas are a primary reason many early inhabitants settled in the area about 1,500 years ago.

As you journey north up the Kohala Coast you’ll find a series of beaches with new parking areas ($5 for day use by non-residents). These include: Hapuna, Mauna Kea & Kauna’oa. The last beach is a rare sandy expanse next to Pu’ukohola Heiau National Historic Site (NHS). The NHS is associated with a national coastal trail & Native Hawaiian unification history by King Kamehameha I.  A trip up “The Thumb” to Kapa’au is worthwhile.

On our southern jaunt we were tasked by Dan Lenihan (retired Chief, NPS Submerged Cultural Resources Unit) to find/visit the freshwater hole at Ka Lae/South Point. Enroute we stopped for a short hike at the Kahuku Unit of Hawai’i Volcanoes National Park: worth the time & effort.

Since it was a busy holiday weekend on the island, the road out to South Point was heavy with traffic, but a good excursion to the southern most point in the 50 states (south of 20 degrees latitude, or a little north of Manzanillo or Veracruz in Mexico). A good steady wind can be expected: you'll see the wind turbine farm as you're approaching lands end. Other popular outings in this part of the island include green and black sand beaches.

Of course, the premier part of our trip was to finally visit Hawai’i Volcanoes National Park. I thought the stars were aligned for me to be Chief Ranger there years ago (mid-90's), but it was but another case of my over estimating my skills, knowledge & abilities. All worked out, and we finally made it in 2017. With words I can’t do justice to the energy and power of this part of our world. Standing at the Jaggar Museum and looking into the Halema’uma’u Crater (a mile away) is truly awe inspiring: planet earth at work. To borrow a line from “Apocalypse Now”: “Sell the car, sell the house, sell the kids” and go = a must see (at least for Meme & me). So, much to see and do (petroglyphs too). Yep, we hope to be back and probably stay on that side (windward) of the island. 

Our trip up Manua Kea only got us part way up, as I suffered from nasal congestion that day and my ears/head started having severe pressure at 9,000’. Another time maybe. But, at a visitor contact station we did encounter one of Safety Dude’s all time warnings.  

I think our favorite part of the Big Island was the northeast Hamakua Coast & Heritage Corridor (along/off Hwy. 19). Several plantation towns and features: Hawaii Tropical Botanical Gardens, waterfalls, Laupahoehoe Beach Park, Papaikou area, etc.  While driving around paradise, whether you’re listening to Jimmy Buffet sing  “Back to the island,” or Israel Kamakawiwo’ole sing anything: relax & enjoy…