Good Ship Reuben James

Have you heard of a ship called the good Reuben James
Manned by hard fighting men both of honor and fame?
She flew the Stars and Stripes of the land of the free
But tonight she’s in her grave on the bottom of the sea

I am reading a book Annapolis Goes to War by Craig Symonds.  He is a professor of History at Annapolis, and I came upon him thru my Teaching Company lecture series.  He is a fabulous lecturer.  And his presentation extends to the printed page.  This is my second book that he has penned, and when I read each sentence I hear his voice… the way he would intone a phrase {SIDE BAR:  the greatest compliment I get from my writing is when someone says, “I hear your voice. I hear you telling the story}.

This book follows the trail of specific members of the Class of 1940 as they travel the steps from plebe on entry to Annapolis, thru to graduation, thru to assignment and into maelstrom of war when some would lose their lives.

My reading today brought me to the incident when the American Destroyer Reuben James (DD- 245) was sunk by a German U-Boat in October 1941 in advance of our declaration of war.  Reuben James.  And it brought me to a memory of Paul.

I have less memory of you, Lynn, when I was 7.  But at that age, as Paul would begin at Union, I was shifted from Mommie Soph’s bedroom to Paul’s.  And I was in contact with parts of Paul’s interests that littered our room, and closet.  Free weights.  A fencing mask and foil (or was it an epée?) and bongo drums.

And then there was a day when Paul returned from Union and he had a guitar.  Or maybe he already had one and I never knew it.  But there he was sitting on his bed and strumming a Kingston Trio tune, and softly singing…

Tell me what were their names, tell me what were their names
Did you have a friend on the good Reuben James?
What were their names, tell me, what were their names?
Did you have a friend on the good Reuben James

To my siblings, Lynn, you have the superior singing voice.  Nor can I attest to the guitar skill of my big brother.  Nor can I recall the emotion that he felt as he strummed and quietly put words with the melody.

I have no intention of reading special meaning into why he picked up the tune.  Maybe because it was a simple cord change?  Or maybe it did have meaning?   On reflection, for me, it was simple: Paul was home for Union.  And I was happy for that.

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Thinking of You Paul

It’s Sunday May 18, 2025.  I look outside my window to our deck, and the small horse farm that lays behind the tree line, and the low stone wall that separates our modest green space from the corral.  It’s a magnificent morning with a stiff breeze moving green leaves that have emerged from their infancy.  63° Temp. Sun clear.  Blue sky and cirrus clouds.  Could you find a better day to be on Race Brook’s golf course?

And yes, I am drawn to memories of playing golf with my Dad… and my big brother Paul. Paul.

Long before I picked up a 7 iron, Paul already had a golf resume.  As a high schooler he played golf on Hopkin’s Golf team.  Competed on Yale’s challenging course.  But his arc of improvement took a detour as he spent a summer cycling in Europe with his classmate Alan Chasnoff.  Forgive me for compressing, or misstating the details here. 

But this was apparent when I began walking along as Dad and Paul competed in tournaments at Race Brook, Paul was erratic. Which played into Dad’s and Paul’s partnership on the course.  Dad was steady to cover Paul’s miserable showing on a hole.  And then Paul on the next hole could win outright.  It’s called playing in and out golf. And it was so why they did so well in tournaments.

And then I was of an age that I could play along with Dad and Paul.  And these were some of the most memorable days of my life. 

I think high in treasure for me was when Paul and I played alone on Race Brook’s “inside 9”.  Before WWII Race Brook sported two 18s separated by Race Brook Rd.  But then some of the across the Road 18 went back to nature, and Race Brook’s layout was modified to a main course 18 on both sides of the Road, and then a 9 on just this side of the Road.

For the most part on Sunday mornings Paul and I played the 9 twice.  And now, old enough, after a round I could enjoy lunch with Paul in Race Brook’s excellent men’s grill room.  We would tuck into the best cheeseburgers & fries accompanied with either Raz Limes, or Black Cows. We would recall our best shots, not be too bothered by the botched t-shots.

I never became proficient in golf.  Never touched the level that Paul played at Hopkins.  Never the consistency that Dad had.  But I was fortunate for an early lesson that Dad gave me.  It was on a Sunday when it was just Dad on me on the Inside 9.  I had just horribly sliced a drive off of the tee and I was so pissed that I tossed my driver on the ground.  He said to me, “pick up your club, and if you ever do that again you will never play golf with me again.”  Then he added, “If you want to correct the slice, you have to put in time on the practice tee and I will pay for you to have lessons with Joe (Joe Sullivan, our golf pro) and he will correct that slice.”

I didn’t pick up that offer.  I wasn’t looking to become a pro.  Early on I saw golf as a once/twice a week thing.  Maybe.  But Dad’s warning was a key to learning to manage my expectations on the course.

I was able to relish in a perfectly lofted wedge over the sand trap at the 14th and not be totally undone by an errant tee shot into the woods on the 9th.

And was there a better backdrop to sharing the joy of a random Sunday than the beauty of a golf course?  Well, I love a stretch of sand and waters softly turning on to the shore.  True. But today I am drawn to mornings with Paul – with a cheeseburger and a black cow at hand – slightly sweaty and thinking shots well played.

As much as I enjoyed playing golf, I have zero interest in picking up the clubs again.  What would be the point?  It was really about being with Dad and Paul.  Paul, and cheeseburgers and raz limes. How can you improve on that?

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Just Reported…

The Union of Reform Judaism, formerly known as Union of American Hebrew Congregations, has just announced modifications for the observance of Passover.

The length of the observance has been shortened to 4 days from the previous 8 days.

Cheerios, peanut butter, sweet corn & shellfish (not limited to clams, oysters, lobsters, crab & shrimp) are exempt from prohibition. To wit, clam bakes are good to go.

Pork spare ribs are OK after the first night if consumed with Chinese food.

2 questions have been added, “What’s wrong with legumes?” And “Is Matzah induced constipation fake news?”

Finally, children searching for the “afikoman” is to be replaced by practicing the violin and studying for their college boards. 

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Sushi Dining Gets a Serious Upgrade in Disney World!

Before we go further, let me state that I believe fish should be swimming in the water, or served cooked on the plate.  Yes, yes, yes… any number of well-meaning folk have castigated me (I had to look the word up: reprimand, rebuke, admonish, chastise, chide, upbraid) for disdaining the consumption & enjoying of sushi. So be it. {Side note: “upbraid” is a great word}

That still… my antennae picked up from a Disney blog that the Mouse House is launching a new and innovative sushi experience that will raise the bar for sushi dining that will make the aficionado’s head swim. 

Enter the “Sushi Kit” available at the T-Rex restaurant in Disney Springs. Half the bar at T-Rex has been modified to accommodate 8 diners.  For $199.99 take your seat in front of the fabulous fish tank that fronts the bar.  In front of you find:a teak cutting board, a Gensu boning knife, a brazier for cooking rice, a ginger root w/small paring knife, a selection of seaweed, a ramekin w/wasabi, a small beaker of low sodium soy sauce and a fishing net from L.L. Bean.  Also included are souvenir chopsticks and a colorful card signed by Goofy wearing a kimono.

Instructions: take your net, pick out a fish, and have at it!

Ya gotta love Disney!

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