Going Places, Doing Things ...
Cruises & Trips
In 1969 a movie called If It's Tuesday, This Must Be Belgium was released. Whoever wrote that
film must have been on my five-week whirlwind student tour of Europe. We traveled from Long
Beach CA to New York, to London, to Rome, to Munich, to Paris, then back home via Shannon
(Ireland) and Chicago -- all on DC-7 and DC-7C airliners operated by a charter company trying to
keep its airplanes (and their passengers) one step ahead of its creditors.
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a photo album of each trip
My boss and mentor in the legal profession, George Alfieris, took me to an automotive
crashworthiness seminar in Atlanta. We made side trips to Fort Benning, where he had trained
as a US Army Ranger during WW2, to President Franklin Roosevelt's home at Warm Springs, and
to Plains, the home town of President Jimmy Carter.
We traveled with our friend Michael Reagan and his family to visit Washington DC over the Easter
week. It was a unique experience to get VIP tours of the White House, Capitol, museums, etc.,
all while accompanied by protectees of the Secret Service. Our kids took part in the Easter Egg
Roll on the White House lawn, with Vice President and Mrs. George H.W. Bush nearby.
Another trip with the Reagans, this time to England and Ireland. Among the stops was the village
of Ballyporeen, the Reagan ancestral home. There we learned that President Reagan's
ancestor, Michael O'Regan, born in 1829, married a woman who may have been a relative of
Cheryl's Irish family. As President Reagan was still in office, we again had Secret Service agents
with us constantly, and newspaper reporters and fans of President Reagan met us at nearly
every stop. Transportation in Ireland was an 18-passenger coach provided by the State
It was just a three-day business trip, but it was my first trip to the Big Apple since I was 17 years
old. I had a little time for exploring, including the top deck of the World Trade Center, the top of
the Empire State Building, and Rockefeller Center.
I had never been to my dad's boyhood home town of Lakeland, Florida, until business called
me to a nearby town. Cheryl and Matt came along on this trip, too. We visited the
neighborhood where my dad grew up, and even his old elementary school.
I had business to tend to in Falmouth, Massachusetts, on Cape Cod. My secretary (bless her)
scheduled the trip for the week of peak fall colors. Cheryl and I had time for a brief visit to Boston
(where we saw astronaut Buzz Aldrin in the Logan Airport terminal), then a leisurely drive south
through Plymouth to Cape Cod.
The law firm I was working for at the time took all of the attorneys and their wives on a
seven-night cruise of the Eastern Caribbean over New Years week on Celebrity Cruises' new
Horizon. Travel between L.A. and the departure port of San Juan PR was miserable. We were
on the moribund Eastern Airlines, then only two weeks from ceasing its operations. But the
cruise, stopping at Martinique, Barbados, Antigua, St. Lucia and St. Thomas, was wonderful.
As Mike Reagan's syndicated radio talk show gained popularity nationwide, he began offering
cruise packages for his listeners, booked through Colleen's travel agency. This cruise on
Carnival's Ecstasy out of Los Angeles, stopped at Mazatlan, Puerto Vallarta and Cabo San Lucas.
My law partner Craig Schauermann and his wife Norma came along with us for one of Mike's
listener cruises. This one, on Royal Caribbean's Grandeur of The Seas, sailed out of Rome for
Naples, Malta, Barcelona, Villefranche sur Mer (Nice) and Livorno (Florence). Before sailing we
spent three days exploring Rome. The flight home included a 24-hour stopover in London,
enough for Cheryl and me to get in a quick walking tour on a beautiful summer evening.
Before sailing from Seward on Celebrity's Infinity, we traveled via Alaska Railroad from
Anchorage to Fairbanks, with overnight stops in Talkeetna and Denali National Park. One of
the highlights was a flightseeing trip in a Cessna 185 to the south face of Mt. McKinley. The
cruise stopped at Hubbard Glacier, Juneau, Skagway, Sitka and Ketchikan, before sailing
through the Inside Passage and arriving at Vancouver, BC, Canada. PLAY VIDEO
Just six months before the devastation of Hurricane Katrina, we traveled to New Orleans for
the Sugar Bowl Mardi Gras Marathon (Cheryl ran the half-Marathon, and Colleen ran the full
Marathon). Later that day we boarded Carnival Conquest for a seven-day cruise stopping at
Montego Bay (Jamaica), Grand Cayman and Cozumel.
Norm Murphy's 50th birthday was the excuse to get a group of friends and relatives together
for a short three-day cruise out of Long Beach on Carnival's Paradise to Ensenada.
Our third cruise within twelve months was a pleasant and restful seven-day trip out of Port
Canaveral, Florida, on Carnival Glory. Stops enroute were at Nassau, St. Thomas and St.
Maarten. Aviation fans the world over flock to St. Maarten's Maho Beach, where airliners on
approach to Princess Juliana Airport pass just yards above sunbathers on the beach. After
the cruise we took the exciting tour of the Kennedy Space Center.
Colleen put together a great trip -- our first voyage on an ocean liner instead of a cruise ship.
The six-day sailing from Southampton to New York was preceded by four days in England
(London and Bristol), and followed by three days in New York. On board Cheryl met one of
her favorite mystery writers, Dick Francis, and I participated in drama workshops with the
Royal Academy of Dramatic Arts. In New York we were in the Fox studio as Mike appeared
on Hannity & Colmes.
The '60s folk group The New Christy Minstrels organized a fan cruise on Royal Caribbean's
Vision of The Seas. Six members of the original 1962-64 group and over a hundred fans
enjoyed the itinerary to Cabo San Lucas, Mazatlan and Puerto Vallarta. The group performed
two shows in the ship's main theatre, with yours truly coming out for the finale number, This
Land Is Your Land.
Seven of us pilots from Vancouver WA made a pilgrimage to Dayton Ohio and the National
Museum of the United States Air Force. We spent two full days in the museum -- barely
enough time to run from exhibit to exhibit to take pictures to bring home to see if I had a good
time (I did).