A run to the DMZ

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Nine years ago found me making my second tour of the DMZ with my visiting step-son Nolan.  I posted some pictures of the adventure in a post called “Emptying the camera”.

If you are going to tour the DMZ, I highly recommend doing it through the USO.  It’s a lot better experience than my lame-ass write-up would indicate.  Which was made even worse by the fact that all the photos at some point in time became corrupted.  I reposted most of them just, but it’s still a mess.

September has proven to be have been pretty much a desert over the years here at LTG.  Hard to find a worthy post amongst 10 years of September.  Hell, one year I didn’t post anything all month, and a couple of other times I only posted once or twice.  Ah well, if you come here looking for quality you are surely used to being disappointed by now.

 

A shitty Tuesday…

…which technically began Monday night.

As regular readers know I spend my Monday nights engaged in throwing pointed projectiles in the Seoul International Dart League.  Last night was no exception as we ventured out to play the Tailors at a new bar in Itaewon called Fabrik.

It's a smallish place, although I guess it has more than one floor. I confined myself to the area where the dart boards were located however. It's not the type of place I would go to if I weren't playing darts though. No real bar to belly up to and frankly, the service was somewhere between slow and non-existent.

It’s a smallish place, although I guess it has more than one floor. I confined myself to the area where the dart boards were located however. It’s not the type of place I would go to if I weren’t playing darts though. No real bar to belly up to and frankly, the service was somewhere between slow and non-existent.

Anyway, I’m ranked #15 in the “A” division and I faced off with the #2 player in the first round of Cricket singles. I was accordingly quite pleased to walk away with 2-1 victory in that match.  I swept the next round of singles, and then went 3-3 in doubles.  Going into the last leg of doubles our team had managed to win 19 legs (20 wins the match) and I scored a bullseye with my last dart to secure the victory for the Dillinger’s team.  I admit to telling myself as I stood at the oche (throw line) “hit this fuckin’ bull so you can go home.”  I did and then I did.  Even after the match point has been decided, there are still 3 team legs to play, regardless of their meaninglessness.  I know the guys get irked when I bail early and leave them shorthanded in the team match, but damn, I’m 60 years old and need my sleep!

It was 11:00 p.m. when I left the bar which got me home at 11:45 and into bed at midnight. Five and half-hours later I was up and preparing for my day at the office.  And that just ain’t enough for me anymore.  I was dragging ass all day.

I did have an interesting experience on the subway ride home.  I caught line number 4 at Samgakji and was happy to have found a seat.  In fact, the car was surprisingly empty.  I noticed the girls across from me covering their faces with scarves before I noticed the smell.  And then I saw that someone had taken a dump on the floor in front of the old folk’s seats.  Damn, that was a first for me.  I was far enough away that I could tolerate the odor, but it was pretty gross to see.  Finally around Myeong-dong someone got the courage to enter the shit-zone and report the problem on the emergency phone.  When the train paused at Dongdaemun a cleaning woman boarded and scooped the shit into a dustpan, and then hopped off again leaving a big brown smear across the floor.  And you thought there was no excitement in my life?

This morning after making the reverse journey to Samgakji I exited the station and observed a pigeon happily pecking away at a big ole pile of vomit someone had left on the sidewalk (a street pizza if you will).  I thought to myself now there’s a perfect bookend. And then proceeded on with my day in the land of the morning regurgitation calm.

 

The last family reunion

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Six years ago found me back “home” in South Carolina where the McCrarey clan gathered for a family get together on the appropriately named Lake Wateree.  I wrote about the event in a post called “Last day in the Colonies”.  Little did I know it would turn out to be the last reunion with mom and dad present.

Anyway, lots of photos at the link if you want to enjoy some of South Carolina’s finest.

The clan (that's with a "c" now, so don't go getting any stereotypes of the Palmetto State running through your head.  Interestingly, nephew Justin wound up moving to Korea, and nephew Josh just finished his second visit here.  And of course, Dad the sailor, had spent many nights on Texas street in Busan when he was in port...

The clan (that’s with a “c” now, so don’t go getting any stereotypes of the Palmetto State running through your head. Interestingly, nephew Justin wound up moving to Korea, and nephew Josh just finished his second visit here. And of course, Dad the sailor, had spent many nights on Texas street in Busan when he was in port…

Ah well, it’s a bittersweet memory now.

En Fuego

I won my singles league match on Sunday 12-4.  That was pretty hot, but not as hot as I got under the collar.

As the score indicates I pretty much dominated my opponent.  He was so demoralized that he wanted to quit half way through the match.  I prevailed upon him to continue playing.  I took the first leg of the final set, and he won the next two.  Then the fireworks started.  He said we had only played two legs (the ones he won).  I told him no, we had played three and I reminded him I had won the first and had marked it on the scoresheet accordingly.  He disagreed and then asked me what my out was in the first leg.  I told him “hell, I don’t remember what the out was, I just know we played it and I won or I wouldn’t have marked it on the scoresheet.  He repeated, what was your out.  And then I got pissed.  I slammed my darts down and aggressively told him that I don’t cheat at darts and moreover I had no reason to cheat because I had already won the match.  He backed down in the face of my anger and we finished out the match.  I won the remaining two legs handily.  We made up when it was all over, but obviously I was and am offended.  I take pride in my integrity in darts and to have that impugned with no basis was a bit much to take.  Oh well.

I was also on fire Monday night, but in a good way.  I went 6-0 in singles including this game:

The best ever cricket game I've ever played.  I threw four straight 7 marks and finished with three in the bullseye.  Damn, I wish I could replicate that on a semi-consistent basis.  Instead, I'll just have to chalk it up to a miracle.

The best ever cricket game I’ve ever played. I threw four straight 7 marks and finished with three in the bullseye. Damn, I wish I could replicate that on a semi-consistent basis. Instead, I’ll just have to chalk it up to being a miracle.

Monday afternoon at work the Director called me into his office.  The Deputy Director is leaving next month and he asked if I was interested in being his replacement.  I declined the promotion.  Here’s the thing.  I haven’t looked it up, but I suppose I might have gotten a $15,000 boost to my salary.  And while I like money just as much as the next guy I just don’t need the aggravation.  As Deputy I would have to deal with whatever internal staff issues that arise and even worse, I’d have to deal with the politics of keeping the big brass appeased.  I’ve been there and done that and at this stage of my life I value minimal stress more than money.  I actually enjoy being a simple Action Officer who does his work competently and goes home with no worries at the end of the day.  Plus, I felt like I owed my supervisor some loyalty given that she had waited so long for me to clear the hurdles getting hired.  She’s a good boss and we’ve bonded nicely and I feel like I can add every bit as much value to the organization in my current job.  And finally I explained to the Director that I was not comfortable blocking some other worthy candidate from a promotion opportunity.  Can you imagine working hard to get yourself ready to advance in your career and patiently waiting for some old fucker to retire so you could finally move up only to have some retiree take the job?  No, I don’t want to be that guy.

Today I had my semi-annual appointment with the hilarious Dr. Yoo.  He was happy that my blood work looked good and my cholesterol levels were holding steady in the acceptable range.  He asked how I was doing with the smoking and I honestly told him I hadn’t had a cigarette in months.  Then I confessed that I was enjoying ingesting vapor to get my nicotine fix.  He responded that vaping was just as bad as smoking.  Well, I’m no doctor but I know that is not the case.  In addition to my internet research on the topic I can attest to how much better I feel since I gave up tobacco.  No heavy chest in the morning, no coughing and wheezing, no hocking up gunk from the depths of my lungs. We argued for a bit and then he said “well, regardless I’m more worried about that belly of yours.  He explained that carrying the weight around the middle was a recipe for diabetes and heart disease (both of which have occurred in my family history).  Couldn’t argue with him there and I told him I’d work at losing some weight before my next appointment in February.  I know I can do it, because I’ve done it before.  It’s a lot harder to do (for me anyway) in Korea.  My big handicap here is my fondness for beer.  In the states at least I could drink the low carb shit (and shit it is indeed–low carb beer is like making love in a canoe.  Fucking close to water).  Here, it is just not available.  Oh, Shenanigans has bottles of Miller Light, but that’s not really all that low in carbs.  Plus, it’s like W6000 for 12 ounces versus W3000 for a frosty 16 ounce mug of OB.  Nope, gonna have to work on walking more and laying off the ice cream some.  At least that’s the plan.

It’s all good.  I’m 60 and loving it.  Although I still wish I could be this guy again.

Didn't have to worry about carbs back in those days.  Maybe I should have.

Didn’t have to worry about carbs back in those days. Maybe I should have.

 

A day at Nami Island

Another Saturday, another road trip.  This time our adventure in driving took us to the fair island of Nami.  Turned out to be a pretty nice day, once we got there.  My GPS still gets me lost, and Jee Yeun bails us out with the GPS on her cell phone.  It’s odd how those two devices have a completely different viewpoint on getting to a particular destination. But I managed the drive home without a single wrong turn, so maybe there’s hope yet.

 

Another ferry ride, this one for passengers only

Another ferry ride, this one for passengers only

The island was very park like. With ostriches and restaurants...

The island was very park like. With ostriches and restaurants…

Speaking of restaurants, we found one that featured dak (chicken) galbi.

Speaking of restaurants, we found one that featured dak (chicken) galbi.

Jee Yeun was pensive, fearing it would be too spicy for me. It wasn't. And then she confessed that in her entire Korean life she had never eaten dak galbi. A day of firsts!

Jee Yeun was pensive, fearing it would be too spicy for me. It wasn’t. And then she confessed that in her entire Korean life she had never eaten dak galbi. A day of firsts!

After lunch we rented bikes and rode around the island some...

After lunch we rented bikes and rode around the island some…

And yes, my fat ass still remembers how to ride a bike, thank you very much...

And yes, my fat ass still remembers how to ride a bike, thank you very much…

I have absolutely no problem with women nursing their babies in public. Do you?

I have absolutely no problem with women nursing their babies in public. Do you?

There was crap like this all over the island, so I felt obliged to take a picture.

There was crap like this all over the island, so I felt obliged to take a picture.

A good day.  Jee Yeun is already making plans for our trip next week.  I reckon I’ll get an oil change for the car.

I’ll take mine hot and juicy please

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Six years ago I actually wrote something substantial here at LTG when I weighed in on the Juicy Girl/human trafficing issue in a post called “Juicy bars and prostitution”.

Subsequently, the juicy bars outside Osan have been placed off limits for USFK personnel.  My views as expressed in the linked post above haven’t changed.  I find it odd that the same “progressive” thinkers who say it’s a woman’s right to abort a fetus (who’s body is it anyway?) want to tell women they can’t make a living with that same body in any damn way she chooses, including prostituting herself.  Obviously I draw the line about women who are unwilling “trafficed” or are below the age of consent.  Otherwise, I just don’t think it is anyone’s damn business.

What really pisses me off is the ‘do-gooders” actually hurt these women.  They close down the bars and put the girls on the street with no income and no protection from predators.  Fuck that.

Get outta town!

It was a beautiful day for a Sunday drive and so we took one.  Out to the Bomunsa Temple on Seokmodo island near Incheon.  I’ll let the photos do the talking.

We left at 10:00.  Traffic wasn't bad except for when it was (especially in Gimpo city).  That's my Seoul driving face.

We left at 10:00. Traffic wasn’t bad except for when it was (especially in Gimpo city). That’s my Seoul driving face.

The journey even included a boat ride!  And there's my sad old car surrounded very expensive vehicles on the ferry.  But hey, my wife is hot!

The journey even included a boat ride! And there’s my sad old car surrounded by very expensive vehicles on the ferry. But hey, my wife is hot!

There won't be any ferry rides in the not too distant future as a bridge is under construction.  The ferry wasn't bad though (W20,000 round trip).  Well, coming back we were in a 30 minute line of cars, but the had the ferries going in a continuous loop so we just kicked back and enjoyed the views.

There won’t be any ferry rides in the not too distant future as a bridge is under construction. The ferry wasn’t bad though (W20,000 round trip). Well, coming back we were in a 30 minute line of cars, but they had the ferries going in a continuous loop so we just kicked back and enjoyed the views.

Jee Yeun wanted to eat before we visited the temple, so we drove around the island a bit looking for a suitable place.  It really is a beautiful island by the way.  So, we drove by this place sitting proudly on a hill surrounded by wildflowers.  The parking lot was full which I took as a good sign the food would be good too.

Jee Yeun wanted to eat before we visited the temple, so we drove around the island a bit looking for a suitable place. It really is a beautiful island by the way. So, we drove by this place sitting proudly on a hill surrounded by wildflowers. The parking lot was full which I took as a good sign the food would be good too.

We had a pleasant outside table with a nice view...

We had a pleasant outside table with a nice view…

...where we dined under a canopy of grape vines...

…where we dined under a canopy of grape vines…

And a close up view of what I can only guess to be an eggplant based on its fruit.

And a close up view of what I can only guess to be an eggplant based on its fruit.

We didn't have the eggplant though, instead opting for a Korean "pizza" full of squid and other seafood like stuff.  It was quite delicious.

We didn’t have the eggplant though, instead opting for a Korean “pizza” full of squid and other seafood like stuff. It was quite delicious.

And some "ding dong" jiggae...(inside joke)

And some “ding dong” jiggae…(inside joke)

Jee Yeun also insisted on some Makoli...

Jee Yeun also insisted on some Makoli…

Our appetites satiated, it was off to Bomunsa where Jee Yeun bowed and prayed to the Buddha in three different temples.  I was thinking he probably heard her the first time, but what do I know.  I'll tell you I know.  Every temple I've visited in Korea has required a pretty hefty climb to the top of a mountain.  What's up with that?  I was pouring sweat when I made it to the top...

Our appetites satiated, it was off to Bomunsa where Jee Yeun bowed and prayed to the Buddha in three different temples. I was thinking he probably heard her the first time, but what do I know. I’ll tell you what I do know. Every temple I’ve visited in Korea has required a pretty hefty climb to the top of a mountain. What’s up with that? I was pouring sweat when I made it to the top…

...where I held court with this captive audience.  All I got from them was stony stares.

…where I held court with this captive audience. All I got from them was stony stares.

I do admit the view from the top *almost* made the climb worth it...

I do admit the view from the top *almost* made the climb worth it…

And as far as temples go this one was quite nice...

And as far as temples go this one was quite nice…

Carved out of a big ol' rock...

Carved out of a big ol’ rock…

The third building in which Jee Yeun took to her knees...

The third building in which Jee Yeun took to her knees…

A shrine of the times.

A shrine of the times.

And the visitors made a shrine of their own...

And the visitors made a shrine of their own…

The obligatory dragon heads...

The obligatory dragon heads…

Bang the drum slowly. (I didn't bang it at all of course).

Bang the drum slowly. (I didn’t bang it at all of course).

We donated a slate shingle for good luck...

We donated a slate shingle for good luck…

Obviously this was my favorite feature on the temple grounds.  Never seen anything like it before....

Obviously this was my favorite feature on the temple grounds. Never seen anything like it before….

Although the poor guys all seemed to be suffering from male pattern baldness...

Although the poor guys all seemed to be suffering from male pattern baldness…

And then it was time to make the drive home, but we brought Buddha along for some good luck.  We still got lost though.  I guess even the Buddha can't make sense of my damn GPS...

And then it was time to make the drive home, but we brought Buddha along for some good luck. We still got lost though. I guess even the Buddha can’t make sense of my damn GPS…

Anyway, it was a good trip.  Jee Yeun especially seemed to enjoy herself.  Even asking if we could go somewhere every Saturday.  I’m not sure which will give out first my nerves from driving or my hooptie from being driven.  Time will tell…

 

Pulling the pork

The ingredients...

The ingredients…

The ingredients in the crock pot...

The ingredients in the crock pot…

Out of the crock pot and onto the plate. (some assembly required)

Out of the crock pot and onto the plate. (some assembly required)

Yesterday’s dart tourney was a bit of a fiasco.  I arrived at JR’s Pub about 12:15.  The organizer said you are here early.  I kinda just shrugged.  And he said, “no, you are REALLY early”.  I said, it starts at 1:00, right?  He told me “doors open at 1:00, tourney starts at 3:00.  Damn.

Two and a half hours to kill and none of my favorite haunts were open yet.  So, I walked around the parts of Itaewon I hadn’t visited for awhile.  Went up by the Mosque and then back down Hooker Hill.  I noted that Polly’s Kettle had moved and a new nightclub was under construction in their old location.  And a little bar I always enjoyed called Goldfish was also closed down.  Hated to see that, especially because I figured I could catch a beer there while I waited.  Everything changes.

I debated passing the time by getting a Thai massage (a legitimate one, the sign even said “no sex here!”).  Of course, the sign also said “open 24 hours” but the door was locked so I moved on.  Visited Dillinger’s for a chat with owner Jay and enjoyed a nicely prepared hamburger. Then it was back to JR’s for some darts.

I’ve not played the soft-tip version of the game in quite a few years  Even had to borrow a set of darts.  Didn’t play as poorly as I expected, but didn’t play well enough to win either. Did score a fancy set of darts in the raffle (even autographed by the guy they were named for).  Seeing as how I don’t expect to be playing much soft-tip in the future I asked one of the guys what they were worth.  He said they retail for about W140,000.  I asked what he’d give me for them and he said W50,000.  So the deal was done and I covered my expenses for the day.

After losing out, I finished my evening with a couple of beers at Shenanigans.  Took the subway home and then enjoyed the drunken dinner pictured above.  It hit the spot!

And now I’m fixing to hit the highway for a day trip to Bomunsa Temple out Incheon way.

And tomorrow is the Labor Day holiday.  Which actually means something to me seeing as how I’m a hard-working man again.

 

You can tune a piano but you can’t tuna fish.

A Joe Walsh quote that I now realize is only marginally funny when spoken, writing it out ruins everything.

Anyway, I’ve been slaving away in the kitchen all morning but I’ll be rewarded in 8 hours with a crockpot full of pulled pork barbecue.  Pictures to follow.

In an hour or so I’ll be venturing into Itaewon (a place I just left a mere 12 hours ago) to participate in a charity dart event–Darts for Dogs.  It’s a soft tip tourney (I call them toy darts) and I’m steel tip die hard.  It’s a different game strategy-wise as well so I don’t expect to fare well.  And it’s being held at the infamous JR Pub, but at least I won’t have to check my white privilege.  .Eh, it’s for a good cause at least.

An unpleasant and unfortunate issue I’m dealing with at work made for a fucked up Friday, but since I don’t have to reconvene thinking about it until Tuesday I won’t.

Come what may I can share this:

The only grammar I like is Kelsey.

The only grammar I like is Kelsey.

That will drive you mad

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Nine years ago I made my first drive out to the Incheon airport to pick up my step-son. The trip started auspiciously when I discovered the garage door at my apartment building was blocked by an illegally parked car.  The journey ended with my car breaking down on the return trip near the Han river.  I wrote about that fiasco in a post called “Adventures in driving”.  

All these years later I drove my new old car home from work today.  It took an hour in heavy traffic, and there were a couple of wrong turns before I finally gave up on the GPS and listened to Jee Yeun.  I did manage to affix the GPS to the dashboard using Velcro, for all the good it did me.

Welp, the car is now safely parked in the garage here in Gireum-dong where it will sit until Sunday morning.  Then I’m going to head back out Incheon way to take my wife on a visit to a famous Buddhist temple near there.  I suppose I am up for a new adventure in driving.

On the road again

Sunday morning I drove my new/old car to Yongsan Garrison with Jee Yeun as my navigator.  The purpose was to make sure I was prepared for my Monday morning commute.  The GPS that came with the car has proven to be essentially worthless, which may be due to the fact that we have no instructions and we haven’t manged to fully grasp the intricacies of its operation.  Plus, the previous owner did not give me the equipment to mount the sucker on the dashboard.

Anyway, the way I get to work is to turn right on the main drag outside my apartment building, turn right again at the first main intersection, turn right at Korea University, turn right onto highway 6, drive a fair piece until I can make a left turn on the road that goes past Seoul station, then turn left towards Yongsan High School, another right, and then enter the base through the Camp Coiner gate.  Easy as pie.

We did a little shopping at the PX, had lunch at the food court, and then headed home.

I brought home this fine crock pot from the PX. So sometime in the coming days I'll being doing up some pulled pork barbecue. I also dropped twenty bucks on a "universal" mount for the GPS. I guess my GPS is from another universe because there was no way to make it fit. I played with it some more today using velcro strips, but those have proven not strong enough to hold it in place. Maybe I'll go with superglue...

I brought home this fine crock pot from the PX. So sometime in the coming days I’ll be doing up some pulled pork barbecue. I also dropped twenty bucks on a “universal” mount for the GPS. I guess my GPS is from another universe because there was no way to make it fit. I played with it some more today using velcro strips, but those have proven not strong enough to hold it in place. Maybe I’ll go with superglue…

Took a different route going home.  Out the MP gate, past City Hall and the American Embassy, turn right at the Blue House, drive until I see the sign for the Hyehwa rotary, first right in the rotary, then a straight shot on home.  Who needs GPS?

I made it in Monday morning on my own with no getting lost, no accidents, and only blowing through one red light (that I know of).  And that was at a crosswalk, so no big deal, right?  35 minutes door to door.

My chariot. Ain't she a beaut?

My chariot. Ain’t she a beaut?

With a fine ass to boot. Ahem.

With a fine ass to boot. Ahem.

I’ll be driving in every Monday and driving home on Wednesdays with a boot full of groceries.  And hopefully we will do some weekend road trips now and again.

I took the subway back into Itaewon Sunday afternoon for my Singles League match.

The 15-1 victory took some of the sting out of last week's 14-2 shellacking. My opponent wasn't pleased, but hey, I was on my game and he wasn't. It happens.

The 15-1 victory took some of the sting out of last week’s 14-2 shellacking. My opponent wasn’t pleased, but hey, I was on my game and he wasn’t. It happens.

Monday night we faced off with our sister team from Dillinger’s (the Dill’s Pickles), the strongest team in the league and one we’ve never managed to beat.  I was full of confidence but drew their top Korean player in every fucking match.  He whipped 6-0 in singles, but with a partner we went 3-3 in doubles.  Despite my lackluster performance, we somehow found ourselves tied at 19 going into the final leg.  I came to the board facing a 60 out, and threw a double 20, double 10 for the victory.  It was an exciting finish and I felt at least partially redeemed.  And then the bar picked up my tab as a birthday gift.  I’d call that a good night!  Even made it to bed by 11:30 which gave me 5 hours sleep, my bare minimum it seems as I made it through today without my usual Tuesday blahs.

Speaking of my birthday, here’s some of the guys responsible for my sorry state of inebriation on Friday night.

At the two extremes are co-workers. The guy next to me is my old friend Howard who was my sponsor when I first came to Korea in 2005. He's been in Japan all these years since so it was great to see him again.

At the two extremes are co-workers. The guy next to me is my old friend Howard who was my sponsor when I first came to Korea in 2005. He’s been in Japan all these years since so it was great to see him again.

Damn, I’m fat.

 

The check is in the mail

Daughter-in-law shared the good news this morning that the kindly folks at AT&T have issued me a check.  I assume it is a refund of some kind or another from my recently cancelled USA phone service.  Now the only question remaining is where do I spend this unexpected windfall…

Never let it be said that I have no cents.

Never let it be said that I have no cents.

The end of the line

My brother pointed out that since I was born in the USA, yesterday was technically my birthday as well.  Nothing to do but celebrate again, right?   Had a large group of friends and co-workers out at Shenanigans.  It seems everyone insisted on buying me a birthday shot.  I normally stick to beer for a reason, and last night proved to be a reminder of why.

I stumbled out of the bar and meandered my way to the subway.  Successfully managed the transfer to Line #4 and promptly passed out.  I was awakened by the announcement that the subway had reached it’s final destination–Dangoggae.  That’s about 5 stops past Gireum.  I had to pay again to catch the ride back to where I was supposed to be.  While waiting for my train I sneezed which caused a shart.  It was not pretty!

Oh well.  I probably had fun, I just don’t remember.

On the ride to work Monday morning I scored a seat in the old folks section. No guilt, age has its privileges.

On the ride to work Friday morning I scored a seat in the old folks section. No guilt, age has its privileges.

Still crazy after all these years

Thanks yobo!

Thanks yobo!

So, another birthday, number 60. Sixty is traditionally a special milestone in Korean culture.  As commenter Kevin Kim helpfully shared:

That’s five times around the twelve-year Chinese zodiac, and Koreans normally celebrate this with a special party called “hwan-gap,” a reference to having completed the 60-year cycle. If no one’s said anything to you about hwan-gap plans, it could be that you’ll be in for a surprise on Thursday. And, hey—if you don’t get a proper hwan-gap celebration, go have an awesome meal at your favorite meatateria, anyway.

Well, there was no hwan-gap today for me, Jee Yeun advises that people live so long these days that 60 has lost its significance.  Instead, the big party is for hwan-gab, the 70th birthday.  What a difference a “b” makes, eh?  Here’s hoping I’m still around for the hwan-gab celebration!

Hwan-gap or no, it turned out to be a pretty fine day.  It started with awakening to the flowers pictured above and a sweet card from my spouse.  Then it was off for another day on the chain gang serving the American people to the utmost of my ability.

Although I did take time out for a selfie whilst I contemplated all the wisdom I've accumulated over the years.  It didn't take long.

Although I did take time out for a selfie whilst I contemplated all the wisdom I’ve accumulated over the years. It didn’t take long.

At lunch time my boss and two co-workers joined me for a fine Mexican feast at On the Border in Itaewon.

Upon my return to the office the long awaited email from the embassy was there informing me that MOFAT (Ministry of Foreign Affairs and Trade) had finally seen fit to issue the documentation verifying that my vehicle had been de-registered from it’s former diplomatic status.  So, I hoofed it over to the embassy annex and picked up said paperwork.  Then I hiked over to Camp Kim to get my car registered with USFK.

I had all my required paperwork, but the vehicle inspection is only good for 30 days, and 30 days came and went on Wednesday.  Despite my urging for an exception to policy (being as how the vehicle has been parked for the past three weeks) I was given no quarter.  Instead, they gave me a temporary registration and licence plates (for $3.50, U.S. currency only).  Then it I carried my plates back to the embassy annex, finagled a visitor pass, and went in to finally take possession of my 1999 Hyundai Sonata.

My embassy contact handed me the solitary key to the car, I dutifully inserted it into the ignition. turned it, and…nothing.  Yep, the battery was as dead as that ambassador Hillary hung out to dry.  My helpful embassy contact secured me a jump start and then had one of the mechanics install my temporary tags.  And this time I was able to actually drive back to Camp Kim (and the A/C worked perfectly!).  First stop was the AAFES car care center for a new inspection and a $122.00 battery.

Battery installed and inspection passed, I completed the reams of paperwork, and was given two shiny new license plates (for $6.50 U.S.) and told to install them myself.  No big deal I suppose, but that is a service the registration folks used to provide.  And it was hot and I was in slacks and a tie.  Oh well. I got ‘er done and drove back on post just like I knew what I was doing.  Found the car wash ahjussi and he cleaned my new old car up like a champ for a mere W10,000.

I did a little more office work and then Jee Yeun arrived to take me shopping at PX (she buys, I pay).  We had discussed purchasing a new backpack, but after trying a couple on for size I decided I liked the one I’m currently using better.  So I settled for a pair of slacks and a shirt.  Suits me.

Jee Yeun said she was hungry and although I was still stuffed from lunch I drove her (even opened her door like a proper gentleman) to Dragon Hill Lodge for a fancy dinner at Sables.  We had us a live Maine lobster which on the menu was listed as “market price”. That turned out to be a mere $65.00 and included three sides of our choosing.

A huge ass lobster served up with a baked potato, broccoli in cheese sauce, and asparagus in butter,  I was glad we didn't order two lobsters because I was stuffed.

A huge ass lobster served up with a baked potato, broccoli in cheese sauce, and asparagus in butter, I was glad we didn’t order two lobsters because I was stuffed.

My fat and satisfied 60 year old self.

My fat and satisfied 60 year old self.

After dinner we drove over to the commissary and stocked up on all the heavy items we could now easily transport home in the very spacious trunk of my Hyundai.  Then I got to find our way back to Gireum-dong.  The GPS that came with the car is next to worthless, but Jee Yeun did a great job navigating and we made it home in less than a hour, which considering the traffic wasn’t bad at all.

So Hee brought me a birthday cake from Paris Baguette.  A cheesecake which I truly do enjoy.

All decked out with 6 ten year candles...

All decked out with 6 ten year candles…

...which these old lungs managed to blow out with a single gasp.

…which these old lungs managed to blow out with a single gasp.

And that’s pretty much how my day went.  As regular readers know I’ve been a little melancholy upon reaching this milestone.  Glad I did of course, but reflecting on the ever dwindling time I have left has been somewhat disconcerting.  The fact is I still feel young (the aches and pains notwithstanding) so I’ve come to the conclusion that I’m going to embrace that and keep on going as hard and long as I can.

It's a sorry shame is what it is...

It’s a sorry shame is what it is…

Well, I’ve been blessed.  And instead of focusing on the things I no longer have in my life, I’m going to work at being satisfied with the things I do have.  It’s not a bad life I’m living at all and I’m certainly in no hurry to let it go.

Back in college I read Hemingway’s A Clean Well-Lighted Place (full story at the link, it’s short).  It moved me then, but re-reading it tonight from the perspective of an older man gave it a rich new meaning.  A couple of days ago I came across a story (fiction, I think) that also resonated.  Living life in regret will consume you if you let it.  I won’t.

Happy Birthday to me!

And the wheel in the sky keeps on turning

In celebration of ten years of blogging here at LTG, each week for the next 52 51 50 49 48 47 46 45 44 43 42 41 40 39 38 37 36 35 34 33 32 313029 28 27 26 2524 23 22 2120 19 18 weeks I will delve deep into the sewer archives of past posts to bring you a tidbit of blog history.  I had originally planned to call this series “The best of LTG”, but damn, there just wasn’t much “best” to be found.  And mediocre is too hard to spell.)

Nine years ago I celebrated my 51st birthday in grand fashion.  I wrote about it in a post called “Finished with fifty”.  And now I’m leaving the 50s behind altogether.

Ah, but I was so much older then, I’m younger than that now.

 

It’s all good…

…except when it’s not.

Sunday started out with an ass reaming in Singles League play.

And he didn't even bring lube...

And he didn’t even bring lube…

Well, Daw Jon “Storm” is one of the top Korean dart players, we even saw him on the video screen of Phoenix soft tip darts machine (he’s sponsored by Phoenix, which I suppose makes him a pro).  I didn’t have any serious expectation that I’d beat him, but there were three additional legs in play (I had first shot at the out) but I couldn’t execute.  Truth is, I’ve lost a lot of my passion for darts lately.  This manifests itself in a lack of motivation to practice.  And my game show it.  Ah well.

After darts I met up with nephews Justin and Joshua at Shenanigans.  Jee Yeun even came out and joined us which was a special treat.  She hasn’t come out for a night on the town in Itaewon in well over a year.  It seemed like old times.  After some cigars and beverages we moseyed down the street for a fine meal at one of my favorite Korean restaurants, Don Valley.  Hell, I’ve been dining there for 10 years now, even the waitresses all know us.  We ordered up a smorgasbord of Korean delicacies, including galbi (pork and beef), bulgogi, and samgaetang.  And more adult beverages of course.

Then it was off to the norebang where we all sang our hearts out until it was time for me to head back to Gireum-dong.  That 0530 alarm is a real bitch.

Monday night was dart league and my game didn’t show much improvement from Sunday’s effort.  My poor play in fact cost us a close match against Bull and Barrel.  Adding to my unpleasant experience was running out at 11:15 to catch the subway home, which put me in bed at midnight.  Too late for this old body to recover sufficiently for my early rising and work day.  Tuesdays really suck for me.  By the afternoon I’m so damn tired I can’t focus on being productive.  Early to be bed tonight so I can work twice as hard tomorrow to make up for it.  Next season I’m either quitting Monday darts are finding a team that will let me leave after the singles matches.

Jee Yeun took our visiting family out shopping in Myeong-dong Monday afternoon.

After lunch coffee at Cafe Coin.  Everyone was impressed with Jee Yeun's ability to negotiate discounts from the vendors.  Me? I was working.

After lunch coffee at Cafe Coin. Everyone was impressed with Jee Yeun’s ability to negotiate discounts from the vendors. Me? I was working.

Josh and Bree are now en route back to the states.  It was nice spending some time with them.

During my non-productive time today I came across this graphic that I found hilarious:

 Suck it fat man!


Suck it fat man!

What else?  Well, barring some misfortune I’ll be turning 60 on Thursday.  This has been a tough one for me, I admit.  I’m equally torn between regretting the past and dreading the future. A future that I reckon *might* provide me ten “good” years.  If I’m lucky.  Well, being 60 beats the alternative, that’s for sure.  And I have way to many friends and acquaintances that weren’t fortunate enough to celebrate 60 years here on Earth.  I came across this article on Instapundit this morning (told you I was not productive) which provided a modicum of perspective on being 60.  I’ll just have to suck it up and embrace old age I suppose.

And now it’s about time for me to drag this tired old body off to bed.  Sweet dreams.

 

The brother’s boy

My younger brother Gregory has two sons.  Justin has been living and working in Korea for several years.  His kid brother Joshua is now visiting with his girlfriend and another couple and their baby.  They seem to be having a helluva time doing the touristy stuff, which also included a whirlwind trip to Japan to experience Tokyo Disneyland.

My contribution was to take them to my favorite Samgyapsal joint in Itaewon.  They all professed that it was the best meal they’ve enjoyed in Korea.  But then, us McCrarey’s are lying bastards.

On the mean streets of Itaewon.  This was after a couple of rounds of drinks and cigars on the back deck at Shenanigans,

On the mean streets of Itaewon. This was after a couple of rounds of drinks and cigars on the back deck at Shenanigans,