A San Antonio Special

Today we got to participate in a unique San Antonio event. Every spring, River City celebrates Fiesta with parades, music, dancing, and cascarones. If you don't recognize the term, imagine easter eggs, but with the egg poured out, and filled with confettii. The proper way to use a cascarone is to burst it over a friend's head, showering them in confettii.

Personally, the traffic and the crowding I feel are enough to keep me away from most events, but there was one we couldn't miss. This morning we saddled up and headed into Alamo Heights for the Fiesta Pooch parade.

Even though L. is still a pup, he is already 35 pounds and pulls at his leash like a horse. We were not entirely sure how he would react to several hundred other dogs, some of them in costume, but he did us proud.

We saw lots of poodles of different sizes and colors. The adult standard poodles were a good preview of how much bigger L. is going to get.

We got to see a wide variety of breeds, including a Georgia bulldog.

There was a hound with a big hat and guns.

And something I've never seen before called a kerry blue in a fuzzy hat.

Every year fiesta has a court of local celebrities. The princesses and duchesses wear ornate, detailed gowns that cost as much as $40,000. Miss Fiesta San Antonio showed up as well as King San Antonio who got to meet his bulldog twin.

The master of ceremonies for the day was San Antonio's own Helouise author of the Hints from Helouise column.
Some of the dog mommies go to extremes with outfits and makeshift floats built on toy wagons.

I can't figure out how they get the dogs to sit there on their thrones and keep them from tearing off their outfits.

So that's all for now. I'll say goodnight and float off into the horizon like this poor pooch hanging from helium balloons.

An impressive artist-surgeon!

Saturday, Hmmm, perfect. I turn the beeper off for about 4 days/month. These days are phenomenal when they come! Texas is cool and breezy, and chores are all done. B is playing clarinet upstairs. The notes of the solo he is practicing float down, punctuated by the barely audible chirps of his metronome. R is battling the Emperor in Lego Star Wars and I'm just pushing back the time until I have to write another 1500 words for my Disaster Planning memo.

Found a gem in my email: a trusted surgery colleague revealed that he did a little painting, and I was blown away by his work! Here is his online gallery:

http://home.coqui.net/alexlugo/gallery.html

For comparison, here is what a much less talented surgeon (me!) is capable of. Here is an illustration I drew for a recent article:

It is hard sometimes to have outside interests as a surgeon, but it keeps me sane! I've found that the best activities are the ones that I discover with my boys. There is no way that I'm going to use free time to do something away from family when surgery takes me away from them so frequently.

I've followed B into fencing:

And we get the whole crew out for geocaching:

Geocaching is using a global positioning satellite receiver to find hidden caches in the woods. Notice in the picture above the small box hidden in the crack in the rocks. If this idea is totally foreign to you, you can find out more here:

http://www.geocaching.com

There are even some geocaches placed near our hospital in Iraq, so when I'm away from my family again later this year, I can find a few on days when we are blessed with few casualties.

Until that time come, I will be spending as much time with my family as I can. I guess that memo can wait a little longer!

Peace,

Chris

Come to Our Book Signing!

Last week, M. and I met with Cindy Tumiel from the San Antonio Express News to discuss the book. We had a wonderful time speaking with her and she wrote a beautiful article in last Sunday's newspaper. It gave great perspective on the emotions Meredith and I experienced during deployment and also provided some publicity and awareness for Fisher House. Shortly after the article was published, we were surprised to be contacted by people both local and distant.

Sunday night, a man called our house, and told me that he wanted to talk to me after having read the piece. He fought in the Pacific in World War II and his leg was severely injured. Once back in the ship's hospital, a Navy orthopedic surgeon looked him over and cautioned him that he might not be able to keep his leg. He told the surgeon not to cut it off, that he was prepared for the risks of gangrene and the trials of a long rehabilitation. It could have been one of many conversations I had in Iraq. The surgeon operated on him, cleaned his wounded leg, and got him back to a military hospital in California. This man told me that to this day he wishes he was able to thank his surgeon, and after reading the article he was going to see if the Navy could tell him if the surgeon who treated him sixty-odd years ago was still alive. This man then went on to tell me that he thought that the troops today were facing a tougher war and worse injuries then he and his peers had faced in WWII. In WWII, 62 million were killed, 407,300 of them U.S. troops. And he says he had it easier. The troops will never cease to amaze me with their bravery and optimism in spite of any hardship. We may have only lost 3017 troops in this war and have had 22,834 wounded, but every one of them is treasure beyond measurable value and each misfortune a crushing loss to a family. Before I had a chance to thank this veteran for calling me and to tell him how my family and I appreciated his sacrifice and service, he abruptly said "That is all." and hung up. I don't want to lose even one more of these heroes.

I will sheepishly admit to the guilty pleasure of Googling myself for no other purpose than vanity. I come across numerous mentions and sites of the prolific filmmaker Christopher Coppola. In an odd twist, Mr. Coppola came across Ms. Tumiel's article about the book, and listed it in his blog. In an even more astounding twist, filmmaker Jim Wharton read about the book on Coppola's blog and contacted Meredith and me to talk about all the amazing individuals and experiences I encountered in Balad. He is an amazing guy and you can see his most recent short film "A Debt of 'Atitude", in which he also turns in a sharp acting performance.

Lastly, Ms. Dinah Price, of The Twig book shop in San Antonio called us to give us the chance to have an author signing in her shop. We immediately jumped at the opportunity, and she is going to host us on 10 FEB at 1400 at The Twig, which is at 5005 Broadway near the Witte Museum in the Terrell Hills/Alamo Heights area. Ben and I had lots of fun talking with her: she fenced for her school in Santa Barbara and also knew all of Ben's favorite books.

So if you are in town on 10 FEB, we invite you to join us at The Twig!

Peace and Swedish Fish,

Chris