
The many condolences from friends, colleagues, neighbors and former and current students have been comforting.
Thank you.
Washington & Vancouver 2009
My dad passed away on the evening of Thursday, 22 October.He suffered much from Parkinson's and dementia for the past four years (nine years since he was diagnosed) and now he is at peace. In the past few months we've seen him slowly drift away from us as his dementia transformed him into what most resembled an infant: Aware, but unaware. Complex emotions stripped down to comfortable/uncomfortable, sad/happy, hungry/not hungry.
My mother is doing well. She, my brothers, Adrienne and I have been expecting his death for the past week--we have been by him since he stopped eating and drinking last Saturday. There is sadness mixed with relief. My sadness emerges when I recall his and my mother's struggle. I recall those many moments of pain as he saw himself no longer able to be an individual, self-sufficient, intelligent being and how my mom was ever faithful and supportive of him.
Here's the obituary we wrote:
On October 22nd, George Thomas Jenkins, beloved husband of Elizabeth and father of Mark, Thomas and Eric, passed away after a prolonged battle with Parkinson’s disease and dementia. He was 76. In addition to his wife and three sons, he leaves behind five grandchildren and one great grandchild.
George, also known as “Jinx” and “Tom”, was a Deacon at Our Lady Queen of Peace Roman Catholic Church in Middle River. George worked for the Glenn L. Martin company and then with the State of Maryland. His most memorable occupation, however, was a soda jerk at Block’s Drug Store in East Baltimore in the late 1940s. After graduating from Calvert Hall High School, he attended Towson State University then graduated from University of Baltimore’s School of Law. He also earned a Masters of Public Administration from the University of Baltimore.
George was active in the community including managing championship teams for the Harford Park Little League, coaching basketball and writing successful grant proposals for the West Twin River Community Improvement Association. He was also an umpire in the Mason-Dixon Umpire Association whose members honored him with “Oakie” award in 1996.
In addition to his many sermons and poems, he also wrote skits that his family, friends and co-workers performed at holiday events. George will be remembered as caring and compassionate man with great integrity.


Viewing, Wake Service and Funeral Information for George T. Jenkins here.

If the rain holds off, gonna see En Vogue tonight at the PNE
En Vogue PNE Vancouver Tuesday, August 25 8 pm
Been busy writing about plastic & vinyl
I'm in Writing Summer School at Squidoo and my assignment was to write a short piece. So I chose to write about my favorite gardening tool from Lee Valley Tools, given to me by my Dad. If you've never been to this fantastic gardening and woodworking shop, just ask my Dad to take you on a tour on the way to/from the airport.
Security lines were off the hook to get into the Capitol Fourth celebration on the Mall. So Eric and I sat on the grass by the Capitol Building. At least got to hear Aretha Franklin sing the American National Anthem. Barry Manilow opened the show with "It's A Miracle". Here's a YouTube clip from his show in Vegas.
Capitol Hill's famous Eastern Market re-opened June 26th 2-years after a fire gutted its interior and destroyed much of its 19th c. exterior detailing. The fire forced the hand (finally) of the city, market management and local residents to renovate and restore the building. The renovation is sensitive and maintains it's identity as a neighborhood market.
In other words, it has not been turned into a "Whole Foods" or "Dean and De Luca". Like Gaul, the market is divided into three parts: the South Hall (market stalls), the Central Hall (service area) and the North Hall (meeting room/reception hall). Posted by Eric

O.K. Mama-san, you're usually a good judge of talent. Have you seen this video yet? What do you think? Eric brought it to my attention. Martin -- your fellow Brit is amazing. Click here then feel free to leave a comment in the guest comments at the bottom of that page.
I started a new job at one of the premiere nurseries in the Washington, DC area to buy annuals for Johnson's Florist and Garden Centers which has been in business for over 77 years. Johnson's got its start as a small grocery store in the 1930s, later selling a few geraniums then in the 1950s dropping the grocery store and becoming a florist. Later plants, trees and shrubs were added to become one of the area's most beloved and thriving garden centers in D.C.


My latest piece is about the auditions they're holding for the open casting call in Vancouver for New Moon, the Twilight sequel -- you know, that vampire movie and book series tweens and teenagers are mad about. So if you know any First Nations or Aboriginal teenagers between 15-24, send them this link. It's too bad my cousins Ian and Chris were not younger as they often get mistaken for First Nations.
New Moon Twilight Auditions Vancouver Kelowna Victoria FAQs
On the bottom left hand corner is a white beige building,
The National Museum of the American Indian.
Eric and I are standing on the diagonal street right beside it.
This is an aerial image of the inauguration taken at 11:19 a.m.
GeoEye Satellite Image originally posted on washingtonpost.com
SNOW, SNOW, GO AWAY. It was fun 3 weeks ago. Good exercise and quaint to shovel. Yesterday was the first day it started to rain. But like ice slowly melting in a fridge, it's still pretty slow in dissipating. With students from Langara college parking across the street from us, you can hear frustrated drivers unaccustomed to parking in ice and snow, futilely spinning their wheels taking them more than an hour to dig themselves out.
MOM HITCHHIKED HOME! Mom was caught snowbound working Sunday night. It was so bad that after waiting half an hour, with no buses coming, Mom even hitched a ride from a passing motorist. But then cars got stuck on the snowy streets so that prevented the buses from being able to get past them. She was eventually dropped off on a main street about a 20-30 minute walk home and she trudged about 2 hours after she left the mall.

MY BROTHER'S CAR GOT STUCK FOR 2 HOURS. Then after my Dad had retired for the evening, my brother ended up getting stuck for 2 hours in the alley down the street and they worked tirelessly using a combination of sand, chains and digging to get my brother's car unstuck otherwise he'd be blocking the alley.
SO MUCH SNOW WE COULDN'T VISIT MOM. Today Eric and I took the car out to run errands and headed to Mom's for a visit but their roads were still so terrible that we had to head back home. Tire tracks on their side streets were melting snow but the middle of the road was filled with at least a foot of snow which was scraping perilously against the muffler.
SNOW PARKING TERRITORY GRABS. We did a couple of passes on major streets close by to see if we could park but there were no available parking spaces just cars heaped with snow from snow plows. Like the game Risk where territories are marked by plastic pieces, any cleared parking spaces were occupied by empty plastic five gallon buckets and plastic garbage cans. Remove at risk of the owner's wrath.
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