New Orleans Vacation 2026 Day 6

Thursday, January 15th, 2026

Today was our last full day in New Orleans and we decided to focus on the waterfront. We had breakfast at Mena’s and then walked down to the waterfront. We caught the first streetcar to come along which happened to be heading toward the French Market. We got there and it was closed, so we hopped back on the streetcar and took it all the way to the other end of the riverfront line and found ourselves at the Riverview Mall, which we explored.

We left the mall and walked the riverwalk plaza back to the steamboat landing where hoped back on the streetcar and took it back to the French Market which was now open. I don’t know where I’ve seen so many street vendors and eateries in one place!

We made our way back to the Jackson Brewery building and entered the new Museum of Illusions. We were the first ones there and had the place to ourselves, which was fun!

After a rest back at the Quarter House, we left in search of a late lunch and made a beeline for Pat O’Brien’s. Amanda ordered an Old Fashioned and a sampler of gumbo, jambalaya, and red beans and rice. I ordered a hurricane and a muffuletta, which was amazing. I could only eat half and saved the rest for a late dinner in our room.

On our way back to the room we stopped at The Historic New Orleans Collection Museum which documents the history of the French Quarter. I had an interesting conversation with a docent who was telling us about the Aeolian organ installed there and how it was one of only about 6 of its size left in the U. S. Two others are in Eastman House in Rochester and Hildene, the home of Robert Todd Lincoln in New Hampshire, both of which I have seen and heard! We turned in relatively early to watch the premiere episode of the newest “Star Trek” series and to pack up our things as we had asked for a taxi pickup at 7:00 the following morning.

We made it to the airport in plenty of time the following morning. Our flight to Baltimore was uneventful. Our flight from Baltimore to Albany was delayed a bit, but otherwise also uneventful. We got home to our very welcoming cats at 11:00pm.

Step count: 11,822, or 5.46 miles

Riverfront Streetcar

Museum of Illusions

Museum of Illusions

Museum of Illusions

Museum of Illusions

Museum of Illusions

Museum of Illusions

An impression of Amanda’s butt

Museum of Illusions

Museum of Illusions

Museum of Illusions

Museum of Illusions

Riverfront Streetcar Line, New Orleans

Riverfront looking over Jackson Square Park

Amanda and Statue

New Orleans Riverfront

Some call her the joker…

Hurricane at Pat O’Brien’s

Muffuletta at Pat O’Brien’s

The Historic New Orleans Collection

The Historic New Orleans Collection

Portrait of George Washington, The Historic New Orleans Collection

Museum of Illusions

New Orleans Vacation 2026 Day 5

Wednesday, January 14th, 2026

Amanda woke before I did (no alarms!) and had coffee. We walked over to the Police station next to which is a Café Beignet location, of which our tour guide on Sunday had two things to say: 1) a donut shop next to a police station is a can’t-fail business model, and 2) their beignet MIGHT just be better than Café Du Monde. (He admitted that the latter is basically heresy and implored us not to tell anyone else that he said so. 🙂 ) We ordered an order of beignet. They were bigger and…”fluffier” (less dense) than the ones at Du Monde. But I won’t pick favorites!

We walked back to Quarter House’s where Amanda did a load of laundry. Then it was back to the riverfront for a late lunch cruise on the City of New Orleans paddle wheel cruise boat. It was a narrated, leisurely cruise downriver on the Mississippi about 7 miles before turning and heading back upriver. The cruise started boarding at 2:00 and we had lunch first thing. Scheduled to return to dock at 4:30, I called in to a meeting of the Library Board (Keeseville) at 4:00 for the remainder of the cruise and our walk back to our room.

Amanda wanted a nap before a group call she has on Wednesdays, and so I went back to Caesars and too-quickly bounced out of a poker tournament. Somewhat disillusioned, I returned to the Quarter House and had a bacon brie burger in the Backspace Bar and just hung out by the fireplace before heading upstairs for the night.

Step count: 7,726, or 3.02 miles

Lunchroom on the steamboat City Of New Orleans

Amanda enjoying the view

New Orleans Vacation 2026 Day 4

Tuesday, January 13th, 2026

Mena’s is closed on Tuesdays and so we found Café Fleur de Lis farther up the block. They offer balcony seating, which we have been interested in, but it was a bit too chilly for that, so we ate indoors. We each had some of the fluffiest, melt-in-your-mouth pancakes we’ve ever had!

All fueled up, we walked the mile or so to the National World War II Museum. All I can say is “wow!”. What an experience! I can’t remember being so moved by such careful and dedicated curation and presentation other than when I visited the 9/11 Memorial in New York City. It was simply incredible. Someone deeply interested in the War and what led to it could probably immerse themselves and spend a couple of days there. We spent a few hours working our way through the exhibits and then shared a charcuterie board in the café.

I’d had some minor stomach issues and so did not feel much like walking a mile back to the Quarter House. We found the nearest streetcar about 3 blocks from the museum and took it back to Canal Street from which it was a short walk to the Quarter House and some rest. Mid afternoon we visited the Legendairy Milkshake Bar. We had seen it earlier in the trip but it was closed. We looked up its hours and made a point of visiting for a mid-afternoon snack. I don’t know as I’ve ever paid $18 for a milkshake, and I probably won’t do that again; but we are on vacation and it was a treat! Amanda had “Death By Chocolate” and I had “Cereal Killer,” a vanilla base with Fruity Pebbles cereal and crushed Trix powder topping off the whipped cream. Oh MY, was that delicious!

I spent some time in the Quarter House’s courtyard finalizing some materials for an upcoming board meeting and chatting with some of the staff and other guests milling about. They were preparing for a Social Hour (wine and cheese) from 5-6pm. Amanda joined me at 5 and we continued to enjoy the food and company for a bit.

Cheese and crackers does not a meal make, however. We were not hungry enough for a meal, but decided to go walking and see where the evening took us. We decided to check out Pat O’Brien’s, about which our tour guide on Sunday had told us. It’s apparently the original home of the Hurricane rum drink and we wanted to have one there. O’Briens is unfortunately closed on Tuesdays!! In the French Quarter. During Mardi Gras season. Go figure!

Amanda suggested we head back to Fritzel’s to hear whomever was playing. We took the same seats we had on Sunday and were entertained by a foursome called The Jumbo Shrimp Jazz Band, who were playing not only traditional/Dixieland jazz, but also “Old Time” hits from the 1800s, which I very much enjoyed. We stayed until about 8:30 and then went in search of food, as Fritzel’s is drinks only. We got pizza slices at the first stand we found on Bourbon Street, sat and ate, and then walked back to the Quarter House and bed. I don’t know if it was the number of drinks we’d had or the fact that it was Tuesday in Winter, but the walk down Bourbon Street seemed a good deal less obnoxious than it was on Saturday!

Step count: 10,533, or 4.68 miles

WWII: I Want You

WWII Museum Exhibit

Tootsie Rolls in WWII

View from Fleur-de-lis Café

Death By Chocolate and Cereal Killer

The courtyard at Quarter House

Amanda and Me at Fritzel’s

New Orleans Vacation 2026 Day 3

Breakfast today was at Mena’s Palace, just up the street from Quarter House. Traditional breakfast fare in a cute venue. This is another place Mom remembers fondly.

We left Mena’s and walked to the “top” of the French Quarter and turned right on Rampart Street. Our tour guide yesterday had mentioned Louis Armstrong Park and I wanted to see it. We found the park and walked all around it. The auditorium building in the park was closed for renovations, which was unfortunate for me because my stomach was giving me issues and I felt I needed a bathroom! We left the park and made our way down St. Ann street to Bourbon St. and Fritzel’s where we knew we could find and use one (a bathroom). Then it was back to our room where I rested for a bit and Amanda walked down the street to check out a bookstore she’d noticed yesterday but which was closed at the time.

We had lunch at Daisy Dukes, located in the same building/block as the Quarter House. Then it was Amanda’s turn to rest. I went a few blocks away to Caesar’s Casino to check out the poker room. I wish I could say it was a profitable venture. It was not. I returned to the room to pick up Amanda and we went out again.

We walked down near the waterfront in search of dinner, not being very hungry yet. The steamboat City of New Orleans’ calliope was playing, though the acoustics of the surrounding buildings resulted in a certain amount of discordance depending on where you were. We found a spot called Café Pontalba and each had a cup of gumbo, which was very spicy/hot. Just right! Then it was back to our room for the night.

Step count: 17,414, or 7.33 miles

Statue, Louis Armstrong Park

Statue of Louis Armstrong, Louis Armstrong Park

Louis Armstrong Park

Armstrong Memorial Plaque

Louis Armstrong Park Entrance

Amanda at Daisy Duke’s

Daisy Duke’s

Exchange Place

Jean Lafitte Trading Company

Jean Lafitte Trading Company

Canal Street

Canal Street

 

Café Pontalba Selfie

Step count: 17,417, or 7.33 miles

New Orleans Vacation 2026 Day 2

Sunday, January 11th, 2026

Our host (The Quarter House) has a complimentary a la carte breakfast on Sundays starting at 9:00. We did not set our alarms and woke naturally in plenty of time for breakfast. There was a keyboard player in the lobby, wearing a tuxedo and everything. Mimosas were included. I had a large bagel and a mimosa.

We signed up for the Sunday morning walking tour taking place at 10:00, also provided by The Quarter House. That took about an hour and a half and ended in Jackson Square Park, after which we made a beeline for Café Du Monde, home of beignet and café au lait! There was no waiting for seats and we were in and out quickly.

We then took a look at the waterfront. One of the steamboats was on its way by. Then, on a lark, we caught the streetcar passing by on its way to Canal Street where we switched lines and took the Canal Street line all the way up the City Park. The park is full of ancient Live Oak trees, many with Spanish moss draping down and palm trees sprouting from their trunks. The park is home to the New Orleans Museum of Art, which we toured. Having seen something called a “Train Garden” on the map, we went in search of it. Siri/Apple Maps had an incorrect address and so we walked a couple of extra miles unnecessarily. I was momentarily upset and frustrated, but then looked around and the natural beauty (and I don’t just mean my wife!) made quick work of my angst. We did eventually find something to do with trains, but it appeared to be part of an amusement/kiddie park that is closed for the season. We crossed a Great Lawn the size of a football field (at least) on which all sorts of activities were talking place, followed a winding pond/lagoon, and made our way back to the streetcar which we took all the way back to Chartres Street and the Quarter House.

Nap time, followed by dinner at Bourbon House just around the corner from The Quarter House. I had rigatoni with shrimp and alligator sausage. Amanda had blackened catfish. Both dishes were delicious, and the portions were sensible. We had creme Brulé for dessert and then made our way to Fritzel’s. Fritzel’s European Jazz Club on Bourbon Street is the place to go if you want to hear traditional Dixieland jazz. My parents have spoken of it fondly and often over the years–nothing but good and happy memories there. We arrived at 6 and found a good spot to sit. (Thankfully there IS seating at Fritzel’s!) The current band was on until 8 and so we listened to two sets. The house band came on at 8, and I introduced myself to Mike Fulton, the trumpet player, whom my parents had befriended years ago and made a point of seeing every time they visited. He recognized my Mom’s name immediately, and we had a nice chat. We stayed for their first set and I FaceTimed with Mom so she could see and hear a couple of numbers.

Then it was back to The Quarter House for bed. We had a great first full day in New Orleans!

Step count: 15,483, or 7.37 miles

 

Quarter House Courtyard Pool

Quarter House Courtyard Pool

Exchange Place

Exchange Place

Amanda on a Streetcar

Sidewalk in City Park, New Orleans

New Orleans Museum of Art

FDR Mall WPA Marker, City Park, New Orleans

Live Oaks with Spanish moss

View in City Park, New Orleans

Goldring/Woldenberg Great Lawn, City Park, New Orleans

Wall of Bourbon

Belt-driven ceiling fans

The view from our seats at Fritzel’s

New Orleans Vacation 2026 Day One – Getting There

Saturday, January 10th, 2026

We left home at 5:00am, stopping at Stewart’s for car fuel and people fuel on our way to Albany.  We had flights on Southwest Airlines, and it was the first time either of us had flown with them.  Lack of assigned seating was interesting, but we ended up being able to sit together.  We had a connecting flight in Fort Lauderdale with a very short layover.  But it was the same plane at the same gate!  That’s never happened to me before.  We got off the plane and just waited right there to get back on.  (We couldn’t stay on the plane because the were different flight numbers…I asked.)

We arrived in New Orleans on time.  Cab fare to the city is a flat $36, which seemed reasonable.  We have decided not to rent a car this trip.  In about 20 minutes we arrived at the Quarter House on Chartres Street in the French Quarter where our family has a time share unit, and this week is our week!  It actually took us awhile to find the unit, which was a bit of a laugh.  There are several elevators, and not all units/rooms are available via all elevators and we did not know where ours was and so took the “main” elevator and wandered around verifying that every room in the windy twisty halls was not, in fact, ours.  A quick trip back to the front desk got us on the right track.

After a quick nap we walked the length of the Quarter down Chartres Street to Frenchmen Street and a place called d. b. a. where a dixieland jazz band called Tuba Skinny was playing.  They have been playing the last few years at the Mace Chasm Farm in Keeseville–one of the band members is friends with the farm owners.  As we were checking the place out, I saw Shaye Cohn, the leader of the group arrive.  As she was putting down her stuff I walked up to her and said, “we came down from Keeseville to see you!”  She smiled and said, “We LOVE playing up there!”  d.b.a. doesn’t have much in the way of seating, and what little they had was full.  We bellied up to the bar (standing) and ordered a couple of drinks.  The band started and we stayed and listened to a few tunes before leaving to seek out food (no food at d. b. a.) because we hadn’t had dinner.

Frenchmen Street seems to be “artist central” and we found a pop up artisan market across the street from d. b. a. and spent a few minutes perusing the works.  For dinner we ended up at a place called Willies Fried Chicken.  A franchise outfit, their stores are decorated with incredible graffiti.  The food wasn’t anything spectacular, but the ambiance was great.  As we waited for our food, we noted the presence of the National Guard on the street.

After dinner we walked two blocks up to Bourbon Street and walked back down towards our hotel.  Upper Bourbon is not much to comment on, but once we hit lower Bourbon, the activity level ramped up considerably.  If I had to choose one word to describe Bourbon Street on a Saturday night it would be “cacophony”.  Not terribly enjoyable, either.  We couldn’t even talk to each other as we were walking down the middle of the street!  We certainly weren’t going to go into any of the establishments–what would be the point?

As soon as we turned off of Bourbon things got quiet and we saw several nice places we’d like to explore later in the week.  We made it back to the Quarter House and retired for the evening, blaming our fatigue on “jet lag” (only one hour) and the fact that we’d been up since 4:30am.

More to come!!

 

 

 

Lost and Found

When I graduated from high school in 1987 I was asked by my parents what I would like as a gift. I told them that I wanted the Civil War Chess Set being produced and sold by the Franklin Mint at the time. The purchase was a subscription. You got the board, which was also the case for the pieces, first, followed by two pieces every month until you had the whole set. It was (and still is) gorgeous! It makes me wish I played chess more than I do, which is pretty much not at all.

Seemingly unrelated (but trust me), I have traveled back and forth between Keeseville and Potsdam hundreds, if not thousands of times. I attended college there. After college I moved back to Keeseville. After a year or so I got a job based out of Plattsburgh but which required that I live in St. Lawrence County. So back to Potsdam I went. This was about 1993 or so. After a couple of years I moved back to Keeseville, eventually leaving that job to work for SUNY Potsdam, moving back to Potsdam in December of 1997.

When I left Potsdam in or about 1995, I had a housemate. We both vacated the apartment at the same time. I recall one last load of stuff being left in the foyer of the house. There was no one else moving in–the house had been purchased and was going to be demolished in favor of a new home to be built. I also recall that one of us was supposed to go back for that last load. I think my housemate thought that was me, and I think I thought it was him. But whatever, I left some stuff there back then. All I remember is a set of weights and a torchiere-style lamp, neither of which I’ve missed. But once in awhile I wonder what else I might have left there and what ever happened to it.

So that was about 1995. I had packed up all my stuff, including over 100 “Star Trek” paperback novels that I had collected and read. They all fit into one rectangular (and heavy!) box, sealed and labeled. Back to Keeseville they went, along with all of the stuff I did NOT forget; and there they have stayed. For 30 years. I just never got around to unpacking them. I moved back to Potsdam in 1997 where I lived for 25 years before (you guessed it) moving back to Keeseville in 2023.

At some point in those 25 years I either wanted to play some chess or I wanted to show someone my chess set. But I couldn’t find it! I looked everywhere and it was nowhere to be found. I remembered that last load of things left in the house on Pierrepont avenue back in 1995 and was both horrified and ashamed to realize that that must be where it had gone. I had forgotten it all those years ago! My parents might not care so much (if I had told them, which I didn’t), but I did. That set was something I dearly coveted and they made it happen. It may seem like just a thing, but to me it represented a grandiose expression of their love and pride for me at the time, and I was mortified to think I had lost it–not to theft or accidental damage or something out of my control, but to careless forgetfulness.

But never fear: eBay is here!! Yes, if there’s something you want and can’t find, odds are there’s someone out there who has it and doesn’t want it anymore. eBay brings these people together. And eBay brought me together with someone who had and no longer wanted a complete Civil War Chess Set in very good condition. I don’t remember what I paid. Probably too much. But how do you put a price on the representation of parental love and pride? No, it wasn’t the same set they had given me, but it was a Civil War Chess Set. I had one again, and every time I saw it it would remind me of them and all they’ve done for me over the years.  And from then on I always knew exactly where it was.  I made a point of that.

And so, having soothed most of my panic and shame, I buried the rest and forgot about the whole “incident.” Life moved on. I divorced, remarried, left my job at SUNY Potsdam and eventually left Potsdam, moving into the home I now occupy near Keeseville (again). We continue to enjoy this house, but still have some things to unpack. You know, all those “non-essentials” we collect throughout our lives–the things that have been living happily, largely unmissed, in our garage for the last two years. Well, we recently acquired and set up some shelving in the basement which we can use to start unpacking those boxes. A few days ago I unpacked a few of them, including my box of Star Trek novels. As I dug through them, pulling them out five or six at a time, I got to the bottom of the box where sat…MY ORIGINAL CIVIL WAR CHESS SET!

You’ll recall I said I had looked “everywhere” for it. And indeed I thought I had. After all, WHY would I bother to open a sealed box clearly labelled “Star Trek Books” when I knew it was ME who had packed and labelled it? If I had also packed my Civil War Chess Set in that box, SURELY I would have included that on the label. RIGHT?!

Apparently not.

So I now have two Civil War Chess sets from the Franklin Mint in Very Good condition. And you know what? I have two sons! Two sons who will each someday have their own Civil War Chess Set as a modest representation of this parent’s love and pride.

Civil War Chess Sets

Lost, Found, and Replaced!

Climbing Down The Ladder

[I’ve been writing an revising this post for a couple of months now.  But today is Labor Day, and that seems an appropriate time to click the “Publish” button on this one.]

Last year we heard about the rise of “quiet quitting.”  Workers get fed up with their jobs, but recognize employment as a necessary evil and resolve to do only what is specifically required of them.  Or, as Peter Gibbons said in 1999’s “Office Space”: “…that’ll only make someone work just hard enough not to get fired.”

On the surface that doesn’t seem to demonstrate much of a work ethic.  But what are we working for?  Why do we even have our jobs?  For a tiny portion of the work force, jobs aren’t really “work”.  Those people have the good fortune of getting paid to do something they love.  I have always counted myself among them.  But this is not true for most people.  Most people have jobs because they need money for food and rent.  They are not necessarily interested in advancement or promotion unless that comes with more money.  But advancement also comes with more responsibility!  And unless you are one of those people who loves their job, more responsibility equates with more stress; and stress causes anxiety, and anxiety leads to being unhappy and/or depressed.  And so people who have “had it” with the rat race have decided to run that race as little as possible.  They do only what is required and politely decline any new or additional responsibility.

I’ve never been one to do that.  As I reflect upon my career I can’t say I was ever overly ambitious.  I’ve never had a 5-year plan mapping out my Life or career or tried to figure out “where I want to be.”  I never aspired to Leadership or a corner office or to be in charge of anything.  I just have always liked making things work and helping people.  If there was a situation or opportunity for me to do those things, I usually took it.  Sometimes my hand went up with enthusiasm, but more often it went up because nobody else’s did.  In “Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows” Dumbledore says to Harry, “It is a curious thing, Harry, but perhaps those who are best suited to power are those who have never sought it. Those who, like you, have leadership thrust upon them, and take up the mantle because they must, and find to their own surprise that they wear it well.”  That pretty much sums up my career.  I found myself in positions of increased responsibility, culminating at SUNY Potsdam with a stint as Acting Chief Information Officer; not because I ever sought it, but because it was “thrust upon [me]”.  And no one was more surprised than I that I apparently “wear it well”.

For lots of reasons which I will not go into here, I decided that my time at SUNY Potsdam was over.  An opportunity at SUNY’s Information Technology Exchange Center (ITEC) presented itself and I applied for and was offered a position there.  I took the job and looked forward to a position of relative simplicity compared to what I had been doing at SUNY Potsdam.  And that’s how it was!  For awhile…

I joined ITEC at the height of pre-vaccine COVID.  The 2020-2021 academic year was taught from home.  Campuses were “closed” to traditional academic operations.  The vaccine was found and by the Spring of 2021 campuses were making plans to resume normal operations for the Fall.  This resulted in a lot of people making the decision not to return to campus.  Some thought it still wasn’t safe.  Some, after having spent over a year working very effectively from home had grown to like it and didn’t see the point in going back, and others were close enough to retirement that they didn’t want to bother.  These people turned in their notice and moved on.  That scenario played out on one of the smaller Community Colleges in the SUNY system and the newly-minted retiree was an I.T. professional with decades of experience and responsibility on the campus.  The campus decided to enlist ITEC’s assistance and services in dealing with the transition and I was asked to step in as the campus’ CIO.  I’d still work for ITEC, but would be contracted out on a part time basis to assist with the administrative aspects of I.T. implementation for the campus.  I’d never done anything quite like that before, but after visiting the campus and talking to all involved, I accepted the responsibility.

The campus is small.  The I.T. staff really know their stuff, and the President is highly technical.  These things combined to make working with them and the rest of the campus a breeze.  I had thought that my efforts would be transitional…temporary.  But either I was doing a good job or they couldn’t find anyone better and several years later I still had the job.

My father’s health had been failing for several years.  A victim of Lewy-body Dementia, we knew his days were numbered.  (We eventually lost Dad in January of 2022.)  I was spending most weekends in Keeseville visiting him and Mom and helping out with things as much as I could.  Amanda has always loved my hometown and has frequently frequently commented over the years that “we could live here” when we would visit.  And so we started casually paying attention to real estate listings.  You can read more about that here.  In July of 2023 we moved into our new home near Keeseville.  We ended up keeping the house in Potsdam for longer than I had intended.  We had the luxury of being able to afford to, and it proved handy to have a place to stay when we were in town.  But last October we finally sold the house.

I had told myself that selling the house would be a point at which I would sit down and make a thorough review of our finances and our budget.  I do that periodically anyhow, at least once a year.  We had actually been debt-free for all of three weeks before we bought the new house!  And last fall we splurged a little and I bought my first-ever brand new car.  As I played with our budget spreadsheet, on a lark I decided to create a calculation that showed me what things would look like if I did not have my job at all.  I don’t know what made me do it; probably just idle curiosity.  But when I hit “enter,” there it was in black and white: Amanda’s income combined with a modest bit of other income I bring in paid all of our bills with a little left over!  Certainly not enough to keep us “in the lifestyle to which we have been accustomed,” as they say; but I sat back marveling at the stark reality that had just presented itself:  I DON’T NEED MY JOB!

Wow.  That was huge!  I checked the math and everything else on the spreadsheet.  It all checked out.  Then I thought about it.  I thought about it a lot.  At no point did I consider actually quitting my job.  I’m only 56 years old and now’s not the right time for me to consider that for a few reasons.  But the realization that you don’t NEED your job is rather empowering.  And while I generally love my job and what I do and the people I work with, I thought about the things that caused me stress and/or anxiety.  The CIO duties were chief among them.  I could write an entire essay (or indeed a book) on how much the world of I.T. in higher education has changed in the last 20 years.  The very short version is that Security has sucked all of the fun out of it.  There are policy mandates and reports and required processes and procedures.  Keeping track of it all would be daunting for any properly-staffed and resourced institution.  Unfortunately, SUNY’s not full of those.

And so I began a letter to my chain of command at work, from my supervisor to the top, in which i requested two things: 1) I said I was no longer interested in being anyone’s CIO.  2) I wanted a 20% reduction in hours and pay–I wanted to work 4 days a week.  Both requests were granted and I began my transition early this year.  A conversation with the president of the campus for which I had been serving as CIO revealed that, for reasons having nothing to do with me or my performance, he was reconsidering the CIO as a Service option.  I explained my desire and my decision, which had nothing to do with him or his campus.  And so we parted ways amicably, and I still am part of the team that provides I.T. services to his campus and so was able to transition away from the administrative duties easily and move to a more technical role.

And I now work 4 days a week.  The hit to our budget has been more than manageable.  I am still getting used to having every Friday off.  I’ve described this to others as “easing into retirement.”  I can’t say how much longer I want to “work” before I completely leave the SUNY system.  December of 2026 will be the end of my 30th year as a full-time SUNY employee.  That’s something to think about!  As I said to my bosses: I realize I have far fewer days ahead of me than are behind me.  I’d rather spend more of them spending my money than making it!

So what does that have to do with the title of this post?  Well, I am not a “quiet quitter.”  I have not decided that I’m “done” but still need my job and so will only do the bare minimum.  That’s not who I am.  I am instead “climbing down the ladder.”  I am working with my employer to shift my duties to things I enjoy and will cause me less stress.  (Or, as they call it, finding my “happy place” at work.)  They have been very supportive of this.  But ultimately, I am doing this for me.  I want to be more present in my own Life, not just for my own sake, but for those I love, especially my wife.  Being constantly preoccupied with aspects of my career was making that impossible and was not great for my mental health.  I’ll always obsess over certain things–that’s just who I am and how my brain is wired.  But I’ve taken steps to excise a large chunk of those things, and I do not regret it.

Life is too short to just work, pay bills, and die.

U.S. Virgin Islands Vacation 2025 – Reflections

I had a lot of observations during this trip.  Lots of food for thought.  Below are some of my thoughts and reflections about this trip, the island, and its culture.  It’s more wondering than criticism.  Experience has taught me that things are the way they are for reasons, most of the time GOOD reasons.  I like to understand the reasons, and so I think about “cause” a lot.

The people.  Everyone was friendly, and I got the impression that it wasn’t just because they were paid to be.  The entire island has a laid-back vibe about it.  No one seems to be in a hurry to do anything, and everything happens on “island time”.  Also, “hi” or “hello” as a greeting (or no greeting at all) doesn’t cut it on St. John.  People expect some version of “how are you?” when you greet them.  Now, this is one of the most banal things I think two people can say to each other in passing, but if you are ever on St. John, try it!  The genuine smiles that erupt are totally worth it.  They really care that you asked and each responds with their own version of “I’m good” or “I’m having a good day, how’s yours?” or something similar.

The atmosphere.  I said there’s a laid-back vibe.  I’m trying to account for it.  I didn’t actually, you know, ASK anyone or anything; but since I didn’t and have to guess, I think it’s the heat.  Nobody moves fast and I think it’s to conserve energy and not break out in a sweat.  I know nothing of the particular physiology of being a dark-skinned person in a tropical climate, but such is most of the population and I can only imagine that average 85 degree heat in bright sunshine takes that much more of a toll on darker skin as far as heat absorption goes.  And so they…everyone…move slowly.  That’s a complete guess.  Maybe they’re all just totally laid back!

The Taxis.  The taxis aren’t like the ones in New York City.  They’re not like an Uber which is just someone driving around in their own car offering rides.  These are big trucks with benches on the back that can haul up to 20 people, depending on configuration.  If you’re in a hurry, forget about it.  In the “high season” of Winter I’m sure the taxis fill up just as fast as they empty and barely stop moving.  But in the off season (now) they mill about like seagulls just hoping for a French fry (passenger) to come their way.  Still, they are very organized and share the fares and are generally polite.  But if you’re the first one who needs to go where you’re going, they’re going to wait around a few minutes longer and hope to scoop up another fare or two or three before taking off.  Besides–if you’re in a hurry and you’re on St. John, you’re vacationing wrong!

The environment.  “Paradise”.  That’s what some call it.  Our resort certainly fit that bill.  Manicured grass, palm trees, white sand beaches, a large swimming pool, tennis, pickleball, disc golf, water sport rentals–all the trappings one expects if all one knows of “paradise” is what one sees on TV and in the movies.  Our resort was all of that!  The employees were there to serve us and they made sure we knew it without asking.  If we wanted or needed something, we had only to pick up the phone and ask. 

But off-resort?  I have to admit I don’t really understand.  There were some areas that were “nice” and well maintained.  But that certainly wasn’t most of the island that we saw.  Anything maintained by the Federal Government / National Park Service was very good.  The businesses at Mongoose Landing and generally proximate to the ferry landing at Cruz Bay were good, but just “good”.  And everywhere else?  I don’t know how to describe it.  I want to say “dump,” but I know that’s neither accurate nor fair.  Think of a trailer park.  Not the well-kept kind, but the kind where the trailers were parked there years or decades ago and have never left and have never been taken care of.  Yard work is simply not done, probably because there are no real yards.  Everything’s built into or on a hill, and this isn’t the deciduous New York State.  Kentucky Bluegrass doesn’t grow here.  It’s palm trees and scrub brush that looks like it would kill my weed whacker in under 20 minutes if I tried to use it.  But whatever it is, no one seems to even bother trying to tame it.  But that’s OK.  It’s hardly fair for me to transfer my own preference for cut grass and curb appeal onto a place in which I do not live.

But curb appeal.  Never mind the flora, can we talk about the junk and the general state of apparent disrepair evident, well, just about everywhere?  It looks like about 60 or 70 years ago there was significant investment in housing and development on the island.  But then the developers left and everything appears to have been deteriorating since then.  Apart from the homes owned by the obviously affluent, the remainder of the island is covered in what I’ll call hovels.  Junk is everywhere.  Cars are abandoned by the roadside.  Construction debris is everywhere.  Ironically, there’s not much trash or garbage.  But no one seems to be in charge of removing “things” from the island, and so they just sit where they are.  The response to that observation is likely sheer cost.  There are tons and tons of scrap metal littering the island in many forms.  But it’s probably not profitable for anyone who peddles in scrap to get to the island, collect it all, and get it anywhere where it can be sold.  And so it all just stays where it is.   Still, you’d think even basic civic pride would have someone organize folks to collect it and pile it all in one place or something!  (Afterthought: I’m sure getting walloped by hurricanes every so often doesn’t help this situation!  13 in the last 100 years, including Irma and Maria in 2017.)

But now we’re back to the climate and the notion of “paradise”.  The climate probably keeps most people from being too active, as I’ve observed.  It might also be what keeps people from organizing cleanup drives. It is also what keeps me from personally branding this place as a Paradise.  For a fat man like me it’s just too damn hot!  It’s not that I’m completely unfit.  I do get some exercise and have a certain amount of stamina.  But 85 degree heat and over 60 percent humidity?  5 minutes out in that with any activity at all and I have sweat running off my head and down my torso.  It’s not fun, it’s not pleasant, and it’s certainly not paradise.  Paradise to me would be somewhere with 70 degree days and low humidity where it feels hot in the direct sun, but you don’t even start to sweat if you’re in the shade.

I’m told that the temperatures in St. John get “down” into the 70s in the winter, when the natives whip out their sweatshirts and toques (we saw some for sale!).  But that’s also the height of the tourist season, and I already know I never want to visit this place when that’s going on!

All in all I am glad to have experienced St. John specifically, and the Caribbean in general.  It was something I’ve always wanted to do and this wedding gave us the impetus to do it.  I want to be clear: we had a fantastic time and are very glad we went!  I wouldn’t say “no” to going again some day.  But I’m also not thinking of planning my next trip there anytime soon. 

U.S. Virgin Islands Vacation 2025 – Day 5

This morning we slept in just a little and went back to Mongoose Landing for breakfast.  Amanda found the Sun Dog Café online.  The waitress/bartender was very nice and told us of her time on the island–37 years in various business ventures, and the 2nd oldest bartender on the island!  (Apparently someone keeps track of that sort of thing…or maybe it’s just her!)

After breakfast we walked around Mongoose Landing and checked out a couple of shops we hadn’t found the last time we were there.  Then we returned to our room and hung out for most of the day.   Amanda swam, I napped, she napped.  And we started getting ready for the trip home tomorrow–doing laundry, getting organized, etc.

We had our “Last Supper” at the High Tide, which has been our favorite of all the places at which we’ve eaten on this trip.  The sunset did not disappoint!

Tomorrow is travel day–breakfast on-resort, then their ferry to St. Thomas and their shuttle to the airport.

Final view from the ferry…

Random shot of our beach resort.

Our Last Sunset

Cruz Bay Architecture

Us!

The High Tide Restaurant

The High Tide Restaurant

Drinks at our “Last Supper”.

Happy Amanda!

The Parrot Club

A typical Island Taxi

Cruz Bay Palm

Cruz Bay Beach

Sun Dog Café

View of the Wharf in Cruz Bay