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Heartland USA (Magazine of the American Outdoor Lifestyle), has an article about the Coast Guard in its “Lifestyles” section. The tagline is, “In the state with the smallest stretch of coastline, the U.S. Coast Guard’s motto — Semper Paratus, “Always Ready” — routinely gets tested in big ways.”
That’s my little brother cruising the (very tiny) coast of New Hampshire! Go Mike!
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At some point recently I stumbled upon Geni.com, a family-tree site. This is the kind of thing I seriously dig. It makes me sad that I can only go back two or three nodes on my family tree. My oldest nana is 86 and — when I called her a few minutes ago — was having a hard time remembering the names of even her brothers and sisters. Strangely, though, she had no problem naming papa’s aunts and uncles and dozens of other names I never knew.
This is the sort of thing that people kick themselves for not doing earlier in their lives. Pick up the phone and call your grandmother, for the love of God. When’s the last time you talked to her? She’s not on DVD, y’know? When that RAM goes, it’s gone … and you’re not sending it to the Apple store to retrieve it, either.
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So I had a bit of a bug on Saturday and spent most of the day in a deep Alka Seltzer Plus-induced sleep. At one point I awoke to find a curious message on my answering machine. A little kid somewhere in the San Bernardino area code called with a get-well message for Eric Gagne, the Dodgers pitcher. “I’m your biggest fan,” he said, “and I hope your leg gets better really soon.”
I considered calling him and pretending to be the dominant closer, but (a) I have no idea what Eric Gagne sounds like, how he talks, or what in the world you’d say to a kid that thinks you’re a hero and (b) I feared that since he’s sort of close to LA, he might have a classmate or something that does know Eric, and then I’d get the kid or the pitcher in hot water with a lie …
It would be tragic if I was to pretend to be someone I’m not and then have him brag to all his friends and get busted for it. So I just hoped that someday the kid gets to catch a pop fly at a game, that Eric’s leg is on the mend, and then hit delete.
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My family and I pronounce it Gag-nee. The French, and technically correct, pronunciation is Gahn-yay.
It is not Gayn-je or Gang-ee. It’s not Gag-en or Ganj-ee.
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If you’re looking for the photo of all the grandkids, it’s right here! That’s a photo of all of the Gagne Family grandchildren, taken in the summer of 99 at the First Great Gagne / Carlin Family Reunion in Acton, Maine. Oldest to youngest: me, Jenny, Michael, Michelle, Greg & Laura (twins!), Ashley, and Brian.
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