The Ranzenhaus at Easter

It was a rare occasion - all four of the Ranzenberger kids were in one place at one time. It was Easter at the Ranzenhaus.
With friends and significant others, there were nine people around the table. That was magic.
The meal was a mix of tradition and new stuff - spiral-sliced ham, scalloped potatoes, asparagus, peas and tomatoes in herb butter, salad, and strawberry shortcake for dessert.
But with four kids all in their 20s, all with their own lives, it's challenging to get them into the same place. It happened for Easter.

The family. Front row: Deb Hoseit, Ashley Bailey, Kissy Missy and The Old Man. Second row: Andrew and Robert. Back row, Katherine, Matthew, and Amanda Cooper.

Amanda, Katherine and Matthew share a laugh.

The meal was a mix of tradition and new recipes - including asparagus, peas and tomatoes sauteed in herb butter, prepared masterfully by Robert.

It's spring. It's Easter. It's family.

Playing tourist in southern California

Pfc. Ranzenberger had spent three months in southern California.
But those three months weren't exactly a vacation. It was Marine boot camp, after all.
"I saw a lot of dirt," he said. "I did see the ocean once."
We decided to fix that. Kissy Missy and I took an extra day, and decided to explore just a taste of the place that really is the center of everything. We took the rental car, locked the radio on Classic Rock KGB-FM, and we unashamedly played tourist.

First stop: Coronado beach, on beautiful Coronado Island in San Diego Bay. It's one of the most beautiful beaches on the West Coast.

Up I-5, we stopped at Oceanside, a beautiful resort community.

Robert and Kissy Missy posed in front of the Wyndham Oceanside Pier Resort.

A young boy plays in the Pacific surf at Oceanside.

We headed out on the 1,954-foot-long Oceanside Pier, the longest wooden pier in the world.

On the pier, we met this pelican. He had an attitude.

And the pelican wasn't the only bird with an attitude out there. We enjoyed lunch at Ruby's Diner on the end of the pier, and kept exploring.

We met a young girl celebrating her Quinceañera. The pier is a beautiful place for photos.

On the way back, we took the Pacific Highway - Historic Route 101 - and stopped at The Flower Fields in Carlsbad. It's 50 acres of beautiful color up on a hill. We declined to pay the $12 admission fee - but treated ourselves to strawberry lavender sundaes.  They are to die for.

Back in San Diego, we made our way to Old Town San Diego. Things were hopping after dark.

The Cafe Coyote's mariachi singers serenaded the guests, and we enjoyed some really excellent Mexican food.

Soon enough, Robert will be back in Southern California. That's Camp Pendleton in the background - the hill called "The Reaper." But he knows now there's more to that place than just M-16s and drill instructors

Flight simulator

Immediately after graduation, we headed from MCRD San Diego to the USS Midway naval aviation museum.
The aircraft carrier served the fleet for 47 years, and now is the most-visited naval ship museum in the world. It's remarkable, indescribable, powerful.
On the hangar deck are flight simulators that allow visitors to see what it's like to fly a high-powered jet fighter. The young Marine took his mom for a ride.

The canopy is lowered, and the flight is about to begin.

Robert takes the stick. This is responsive!

Want to fly another mission, Mom?

Perhaps we see why he didn't choose aviation.

Boot camp graduation

Platoon honormen prepare to retire their platoons' guidons, or flags, as part of the graduation ceremony.

The day marked the conclusion of 12 of the toughest weeks of any Marine's life: It was boot camp graduation. For Pfc. Robert Ranzenberger and the other members of the 2nd Marine Recruit Battalion, Hotel Co., Platoon 2173, it was the day to tell their families, friends and the world that they were Marines. They would always be Marines.

Members of Hotel Co. Platoon 2173 stand at attention at the start of the ceremony.

 Pfc. Robert Ranzenberger is at the back of the row on the right.

He was all smiles the day before graduation from boot camp, the toughest 12 weeks of his life.

Members of Marine Corps Band San Diego were a major part of the event. The band is under the leadership of Band Officer Chief Warrant Officer Stephanie Wire and Bandmaster Master Sgt. Raoul Caldera, led on the march by Staff Sgt. Jared Riggs, the drum major, and was under the direction of Gunnery Sgt. Gary Robinson.

Cpl. Bella, the unit mascot, was in attendance, along with her handler, Lance Cpl. Tyler M. Viglione.

Platoon 2173 Honorman Pfc. G.T. Mugica of Anaheim, Calif., carried the guidon.

The Marines pass in review, displaying discipline, self-reliance, military bearing, espirit de corps, devotion, enthusiasm,  pride, initiative, teamwork, aggressiveness, determination, moral courage, integrity, camaraderie, and the burning desire to work with and for others towards excellence in common goals.

The Southern California sun warmed the celebrations at Marine Corps Recruit Depot San Diego.

Newly minted Marines stand at parade rest.

Six platoons of Marines - a total of 321 graduates - produced serious pride among the family and friends watching in the bleachers overlooking the parade deck.

The Marines were resplendent in white dress barracks covers with gold Eagle, Globe and Anchor devices affixed.

And as the band played, the celebrations began.

Marine Corps Family Day

Kissy Missy gives Pfc. Robert Ranzenberger a major hug on Family Day at Marine Corps Recruit Depot San Diego.

Thursday was Family Day at Marine Corps Recruit Depot San Diego, the day before graduation. Members of newly-minted Marines' families get the chance to see their sons for the first time in three months. The new Marines also get their first liberty in three months, and they get to spend it with their families.

Kissy Missy, left, and Robert's mother react when they get their first view of their son after three months of Marine boot camp.

 

The newly minted Marines of Hotel Co., Platoon 2173, practice their graduation drill the day before graduation.

Drill instructor Sgt. Jorge Castelanos, left, stands next to Pfc. Ranzenberger and other members of Platoon 2173 during the graduation drill.

The drill instructors of Hotel Co. are introduced during a family day presentation.

A commercial jet takes off from San Diego International Airport, which is adjacent to Marine Corps Recruit Depot San Diego, as Hotel Co. recruits practice on the parade deck for their graduation.

They say 'The change is forever'

Robert's original Michigan ID picture, left, and a shot from video taken just before the end of Marine boot camp.

I kind of have an idea of why Robert decided he wanted to become a Marine.
I'm not entirely sure, but I think it probably has to do with the fact that in that particular branch of the service, there's a culture devoted to being the best. Everybody gives a damn. Everybody aims to be the best. It's just part of the culture.
He wanted that.
Robert's always been driven to be the best he can be, and while he can tolerate what he considers mediocrity, he doesn't like it in himself. He also doesn't like to fail.
Wednesday, Kissy Missy and I fly out to San Diego for his boot camp graduation. I'm not exactly sure what to expect, but I know the change in him will be remarkable.
It's been three months of forced-draft growing up, physically and emotionally. I don't expect to understand it fully, because only people who have gone through it can fully appreciate it.
I do know that day after day, when I dropped the kids off at school, I told them, "I love you. Now make me proud."
I think that when we arrive aboard Marine Corps Recruit Depot San Diego (Note to wannabe editors: the proper term is "aboard."), we will learn that Pfc. Ranzenberger will have accomplished that mission. And more.

A talking head

How did the short, fat, middle-aged white guy get on the tube?

I still can't believe that I show up regularly on Public TV and get to shoot my mouth off.
Actually, I've played the part of the talking head on Public TV off and on for nearly 25 years. I'm still amazed by that fact.

"Currently Speaking" host Andy Rapp, left, with some other guy.

Central Michigan Public Broadcasting had me as an occasional interviewer back during the 1990s, when I was working for the Midland Daily News as a political reporter.
Delta College Public TV also used me as an interviewer, talking head, debate panelist and occasional pundit on a variety of shows. My favorite show was something called "Talking Headlines." We had a centerpiece on the table in front of us, which sometimes got replaced by something edible. Often, it was doughnuts, but one week, it was a plate of Ya-Ya's  chicken. I've often wondered if that's why the show didn't come back the next season.

Playing pundit with political science professor Bob Moore.

Then in 2006, I got a call for another program, called "Currently Speaking." It was a call-in show, a show of opinion. Why not?
About six times a year, my ugly mug shows up on the tube. They keep asking me back, and I'm more than happy to do it.
They used to pay us in coffee cups - I have an extensive collection - but now, they pay us in thanks.
The show airs Tuesday nights at 8 on Delta College Public TV, WDCQ. My next scheduled appearance is April 22 during a pledge drive.  Give generously. I want more coffee cups.

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I didn't ask for this discount

A while back, something started to happen when Kissy Missy and I went to the movies.
When I bought the tickets, the word "senior" started appearing on the tickets.

Senior.

As in "Senior citizen."
I didn't ask for it. I just asked, as always, for "two for ... whatever."
And the helpful, perky young woman selling popcorn, Raisinets and tickets just punched in "Senior."

Old guy.
Elder.
Golden ager.
Ancient one.
Old timer.

Hey, I understand. The AARP has been after me since before I was 50. Some places give you a senior discount when you're 55.

Aged.
Geriatric.
Over-the-hill.
Old folk.

But the Celebration! Cinema policy, according to its website, is a senior discount for people 60 and over. I'm not there yet. My wife isn't even 50. I don't have any grandkids. I still have my hair, and it's not all gray.

Senescent.
Unyoung.
Decrepit.
Doddering.
Superannuated.


It saves me $3 on a night out. What the heck. I'll take it.

Old.

Sgt. Dorsey says, WRITE!

We got our first letter from Robert at Marine boot camp today. He sounds upbeat and up to the challenge. He’s got the Ranzenberger work ethic, and he wants this.

 

We also got a form letter from his drill instructor, assuring us worried parents (I’m not worried. I know my kid.) that “your young man is in good hands.”
I knew that.
But he and the Corps have assigned us a mission:
“Your young man will be facing many obstacles and may experience periods of frustration, especially during the first phase,” Sgt. Jeffrey Dorsey wrote. “Positive and encouraging letters from relatives and friends will greatly contribute to his morale and attitude.
“High morale and a positive outlook are assets for a solid foundation and attributes to successful training,” Dorsey wrote. “Your role in maintaining his high morale and motivation, which can benefit his positive development, is vital and encouraged.”
So if you know Robert, or even if you don’t and want to support him, write him a letter. Send him a card. Don’t send him gifts or goodies – but you can support him by sending him mail.
Here’s the address:

Recruit Robert Ranzenberger
2nd BN HOTEL CO PLT 2173
36001 Midway Ave.
San Diego, CA 92140-2105

It's a long time between now and April when he's scheduled to finish boot. Let's let him know we're thinking about him. 

Real wind chill, real damage

Don’t let anyone kid you. Wind chills can do some damage.
Central canceled Tuesday classes on the basis of 25 to 35-below-zero wind chills this week. Some reaction on Facebook proclaimed them “wimps,” but this kind of stuff is dangerous.
This is a Facebook post from a friend of mine who works as a service technician. Spelling has never been his strong suit, but he can make anything mechanical work better than new. He’s married, has kids, and depends on his hands for his living.
Here’s what he said:

have not ben on a couple of days i frostbit my hands bad no feeling swollen large blisters cant move them very hard to type went to hand specialist today it is going to take 2 weeks before we know the3 damage i could loose my fingers this is not for sure i am thinking positiuve but scar4ed i was at soo ste3 marie working on a waste oil tank at bufflow wild wings with wind chill at -20 degrees for about 4 hours i tooki breaks and checked hands seve3r4alo times i wish this job could have waited my hands have dark spots also they look very discusting i cant open a door or dress myself or buckle seat belt i can eat a sandwitch and drink a bottle of water thanks for prayers

A followup:

    a little better to day i put on my own paints ate with a fork hands still look bad slight feeling in a couple fingers still swelling 2 of my fingers are bending a little more thanks for all of the prayers

Men – and women – work in brutal conditions all the time. But they don’t deserve to lose the way they make their living over something like a waste oil tank. It’s easy to send a good-hearted, skilled man out in the cold and say “we need this today. It’s urgent,” while sitting in a warm room. At least there’s worker’s compensation, that product of that socialist commie Franklin Roosevelt, so my friend doesn’t have to pay his own medical bills. Ask the families of West Virginia coal miners, Pennsylvania steel mill workers and Detroit autoworkers who got hurt on the job how that used to work.
Send prayers his way, if you’re so inclined, or good thoughts and good vibrations. And wear your gloves.

Ziva, the diva

Ziva finds some sunshine on the staircase at the Ranzenhaus.

It's been kind of challenging to get photos of the newest resident of the Ranzenhaus - Ziva. She's almost 6 months old, and came to us just after Christmas.
Ziva is a rescue cat from Clare County. We're not quite sure of her heritage, but we're pretty sure she's going to be a big, big cat.

A chair makes a good place to perch to keep an eye on those predators with whom she shares the house.

 Yes, she's spayed, has her shots, is microchipped, yada, yada, yada. Of course. Now, she's had to get used to being around those boys who already lived here. And they've had to get used to her. The Siamese, of course, are standoffish, and not sure she has the right heritage. Gus tolerates her. She totally adores him, and emulates his every move. Gus is a lot older than this high energy girl. She rarely sits still for more than a few seconds. Gus just sits, watches, and waits for dinner to appear.

She contemplates life as a pampered, indoor kitty.

 Ziva seems to have the dinner part down. And the stay warm part. And the find-the-sunshine part.

This might not be a bad life after all.

 Not a bad family to join. Not bad at all.