Friday, June 17, 2011

A Day Trip to Bratislava







Today was bright, sunny, and HOT (nearly 86 degrees Fahrenheit), so we decided to take a cruise on the Danube to the Slovakian capital of Bratislava. Only about 60 km away, Bratislava and Vienna are considered to be the closest in proximity to each other of any two nation's capitol cities.
We arose and took the U Bahn to the Schwedenplatz station where we boarded a large hydrofoil (carries about 125 people) operated by Twin City Liner (www.twincityliner.com). Tickets to ride on the top deck were 22 Euros per person. We boarded amidst a crowd that didn't seem to know that seats were assigned. I observed one couple from the time we boarded, shoving and cutting into line with no regard for fellow passengers. When we arrived to our seats, they were being removed from seats in front of us by the crew. They eventually were directed to a sort of combination life-preserver / park bench type of configuration on the side of the boat. Probably the worst seats on the boat (karma?). Our seats, however, were on the sun deck. The last row, from we could see the canal as it emptied into the Danube in over the two streams of water generated by the powerful engines, proved to be perfect seats.




Preparing to leave from Vienna. We were on the top deck in the last two seats beside the rail. We had an unobstructed view of the river as we passed.










As the craft departed from the dock, we travelled backward for a short time till we reached a wider spot in the canal. The captain then executed a nifty turn-around and cranked up the two diesel engines (2 MTU diesel engines + 2 Hamilton water jets generating 1960 HP to a max speed of 37 knot. We left a pretty wide wake as we cruised at about 70 km/h toward the river. As the canal emptied into the river, along the shore, small houses on stilts could be seen. We assumed that they were vacation / fishing houses. We encountered river cruise ships, barges, and small watercraft. The Danube itself was probably 1/4 to 1/2 mile wide. Just a note here: it was NOT blue. More like a greenish color.





Leaving Vienna; this is the canal that flows into the Danube. People in the rear of the lower deck can be seen in the lower left.















Leaving the canal and entering the Danube; the city of Vienna is behind us.









We have gotten good at imposing on people that we surmise would be nice enough to take our picture and were rewarded by a nice couple from Holland. Wilifred took our picture and then we chatted with him and his companion, Katy as we cruised. He had a powerful Canon camer with which he took our picture also and we exchanged emails so he could send the pics that he had taken.






The stern of a larger river cruise vessel as it passes on its way to Vienna.









Along the hour and fifteen minute journey, we saw evidence of both 21st century (including a barge transporting dozens of new cars) and that of centuries past. Castles and fortifications lined the river and were visible as we cruised. At some point, about 3/4 way to Bratislava, a Slovakian flag was raised, signifying our entry into the neighboring country. Soon, the modern city of Bratislava could be seen. Overlooking it was the Hadr Castle (pictured at the beginning of this blog) which has guarded the city for centuries.





The ruins of hilltop fortifications are visible from the river in the background. A "more modern" church steeple stands in the foreground.











Ancient fortifications. A wall accentuated at each end with towers; atop a hill along the Danube. Below; a modern hotel and cafe.









We said our goodbyes to our new-found friends and proceeded to wander along the river. We fell in behind a tour group and soon saw a sign directing us to the historic old city center. We passed by various sculptures and parks and walked down meandering cobblestone streets no wider than a typical alley one would find in any US city. Buildings standing 4-6 stories lined the narrow streets like canyon walls as we passed wine cellars, bakeries, cafes, and souvenir shops. Although Bratislava is called a twin city to Vienna, the pace of life in the particular part that we visited was markedly slower and laid-back.





A dramatic sculpture in a park near the national museum. It depicts an armed soldier holding a dead or wounded comrade. Wreaths and flowers can be seen at the base.


















Susan in front of unidentified sculpture near the old city center.


















Perhaps the oddest sculpture ever. A monument to sewer workers.















Near the restaurant; sculpture of a paparazzi surprises us. Is it weird that I have a picture of a sculpture taking our picture?













Picture of the sculpture-paparazzi as he awaits his next celebrity.






As we evaluated outdoor cafes to decided where we would dine, we found an Italian (ish) restaurant that appealed to us, sat down and ordered. We ordered a pizza to share; and in keeping with trying new dishes, Susan ordered a spicy sausage about 3/4 inch in diamater that came wrapped in a tight coil and pierced completely through with a long skewer. I am sorry that I have let the name of the dish slip from my memory but the english word for greasy should have been in the description somewhere. I will say however, that it was tasty. (I guess grease is an internationally accepted food group.)




Susan at an outdoor cafe in the historic Old City Center of Bratislava, Slovakia










Just before our food was served, the couple we had befriended earlier came walking by and we hailed them; soon they joined us at our table. We compared travel experiences and tales of our respective countries. They had both been to America, but not to the vacation wonderland that is Oklahoma. They were very fluent in English and we really enjoyed listening to and learning from their stories. They had planned to eat later in the day and as we finished our drinks, we bade them farewell (again).




Nice folks.
Wilifred and Katy. From Holland.










As the day was winding down, our quest became locating a cheaper mode of transportation back to Vienna. We had travelled on the river to our destination but figured we had "been there, done that" and could save some money if we travelled home by bus. We struck out to find a location that we had absolutely no idea of its location. We noticed a sign that pointed down a street so we followed it. The old town gave way to the new town and somewhere along the way, we saw no bus station. At this point, I want to interject my observation. The Slovakian signs may point you in the general direction, but don't always stay "on task". A number of times, our trail went cold. I broke the age-old man-tradition of not asking directions when I stopped two teen boys. They were walking advertisements for a cell phone service and were each carrying a large cardboard "cell phone" (about 4 feet taller than they) on their backs. They gave us adequate directions in broken Slovak-lish and we thank them and promptly went the opposite direction in a frantic search for a long overdue bathroom break. When that requirement was fulfilled, we struck out following the boy's directions. Again the signs we viewed tempted us with promises of our destination but seemed to be only mirages. Finally, I asked a Policia standing along the street. He pointed directly across the street to a distant building. That was it. The station. Thank you Mr. Policeman!







Standing in line at the Bus station.








We entered the bustling station and again, no clue. We picked a line for tickets and the lady charged us 7.70 euros for each ticket back to Vienna (as opposed to the 22 euros each that we paid to ride the boat). We met our bus and arrived back in a very noisy and dirty part of Vienna that had much construction going on. The welcome sight of the white "U" on a blue background signaled that I could now find my way home. We arrived back at the "Villa" just before dark with more great memories to add to this amazing experience.

Tuesday, June 14, 2011

Goodbye Song.






To my restless and free-spirited, world-traveling son and fellow coach:

The time I knew would come but dreaded anyway is here. You are leaving Austria to travel to Australia. At one time, I thought Stillwater, Oklahoma was a long ways away. Now, you will be literally half a world away from your mother and me. I hope you don't mind that I wrote some down some thoughts



(Photo by Johann Schwarz; one of my favorites)


I hope I have been a tolerable roommate for the last few months of this unconventional twist of our lives. I wouldn't have been on this amazing journey, enjoyed it nearly as much, or been as successful without you. But now as the time for you to go, I clumsily attempt to put my thoughts into words.

On a professional note, you are one of the best and brightest football minds with which I have ever been associated. Your knowledge and grasp of the game far outstrip your younger years and you have the potential, abilities, and demeanor to contribute mightily to any football program. Your rapport with coaches, players, parents, and fans is impeccable. You have a way of correcting or admonishing players in a blunt, and sometimes scathing manner but then building them back up and within a few moments. Your players and fellow coaches admire, respect, and rely on you. I know they also appreciate the "extra mile' you go and the may more you are willing to go.































From a parental (and much more sentimental and emotional) point of view:

Before we ever brought you home, we had decided that rather than bringing a child into this world, we could help one that was already here. One of those children became you. From the earliest experiences with you, I sensed an unbridled spirit combined with an indomitable intelligence. We gave parameters but always tried let you make your own decisions. When you left for college, and you gave me a final hug (it was in the garage) before you left, a thought crossed my mind. It was crystal-clear. It occurred to me that the child I knew would never return. As you have grown, left home and made your way into the world, I have watched from afar. Getting glimpses that you allow personally and from others. There have rarely been times that you did what conventional wisdom would dictate. So different from your sister, there are few times that you did the safe and conservative thing. The parent in me cringes when I learn of another path that you decide to take (just when I come to accept the last one).



Now that time has come for you to leave on another life-adventure that the large majority of people only dream of but would never consider doing. At the base of my throat comes this tightness that accompanies in me, the turbulence associated with dealing with an impending sadness. Tears well up at inopportune times; my memories, somehow taking control of them. Again, I can't force myself to suggest that you don't go. Again, I know that you will find a temporary gratification that comes from new experiences in new locations. But this time I feel a growing terror that I am losing touch with you. By virtue of our communications over the years, I have become the link between you and the rest of your family. Now, I fear that the communications will whither away and I too, will lose touch with you. This would be the worst-possible thing to happen to those who love you.

Please allow me; us to somehow remain an informed part of your life. We want to hear what you are doing, enjoying, and with what you are struggling. (In retrospect, I am afraid that the part of me that doesn't let people get too close to me is a trait that you have acquired.) We want to shake our heads in astonishment when we hear of the next adventure on which you embark and we would never advise (but always come to support). I am putting these most-private of thoughts in a public blog in hopes that someone close to you reads it and reminds you what all parents want; for their children to call them.

So I hope we have helped you along; knowing that parents can't own children. I pray that we have equipped you for the trials and joys of this life. I know you are savoring every morsel of a life well-lived. And although your mother and I are sad to see you go, we love knowing you take part of us with you. And we love knowing that you leave a part of you with us.

Always know that we love you beyond all measure and if you ever find that for what you are restlessly looking turns out to be in Oklahoma, we will welcome you back. When you have wrung the last drops of travel from a hectic life, a more simple and quiet one awaits just north of the Red River or on the banks of the Cimarron.

Travel wisely and safely and God be with you.

Love you,

Mom and Dad




"Now the road ahead becomes your own
to build your mountain stone by stone.
A last embrace; surrendered slow.
It's such a hard thing; letting go".


Vienna, Austria
June 14, 2011

Sunday, June 12, 2011

Undefeated.










Silver Bowl Championship 2011 Trophy!











I don't want to be the one to spoil the suspense, but we finished the season undefeated. On Saturday, June 11 the Kornmesser Rangers defeated the Swarco Raiders 2 by a score of 41-10 in a game that was not really ever in doubt. The Raiders over-achieved when they defeated a Vikings team to win the chance to appear in this game and were outgunned at every position. The character and maturity of this team carried the day (not to mention an offense that exploded for 41 points and dominated the opponents). Two-way starter (17-year old) Felix Schildorfer was named the MVP on a day when many big players stepped up to make big plays.

The offensive line of Schildorfer, Benny Rabb, Luki Seidl, Michael Losch, Phillip Tippow, and Robert (Drago) Dragotinits pushed the Raiders off the ball to enable Stefan Postel, Lars Gabler, Robert Holocher, and Martin Maw to run wild. Stefan also tossed a TD pass to the versatile Raphael Hackl (who also is our placekicker and starting Spike).

The defense had to adjust to an empty set and only gave up 3 points early and a TD late (against reserve players). At defensive end, Schildorfer(and Otamane Kabietadiko) played flawless defense containg the qb which had ripped us in the earlier meeting during the season. At noseguard, Martin Kucher pressured the center, causing numerous errant shotgun snaps which resulted in negative yards and were essentially sacks. Mike Graetz, Markus Bernas, and Franz Koloshar patrolled the hook-curl zones and middle of the field at linebacker with help from Armin Schneider and Ronny Haebler. The secondary was nearly flawless with the play of corners Ulrich Hoeger, Flo Seidl (and Clemens Burian). Defensive captain Fritz Limbeck and Bandit Andy Reiter played over the top, denying the long pass. Mentioned earlier, Raphie Hackl played his Spike position with great intensity. Drago and Phillip Tippow started the game off at NG and DE but were withdrawn for offensive duty (and the results are obvious- 41 points). Peter Reinthaler also chipped in, spelling Schildorfer for a few plays.

We allowed less than 10 return yards on kick off and zero return yards on punt. Our kickoff return was at its season-best and returned one for 48 yards courtesy of Robert Holocher. One of the two missed PATs was during this game but thankfully, it wasn't needed.

During the year, I witnessed great improvement from players as they took the time to participate in practices AFTER work and school. Not paid professionals, but playing for the love of the game, these Rangers showed these American coaches nothing but respect. They gave great effort and overcame obstacles in their collective ways. What they may have lacked in technical knowledge, they more than made up for in enthusiasm. They were patient while trying to understand "American" English and translated into German, things we wanted to were trying to impart. They are thirsty to learn and even the last week, were still picking up things they could apply to their game. To my frustration, often a simple adjustment would take many long minutes as they talked emphatically amongst themselves in German. I realized that they were assimilating the knowledge "on the run" and I then realized that this was a valuable time for immediate reinforcement to the learning.

Following the game, trophies to the respective teams were presented and medals were placed around the necks of each player, coach, manager, and trainer. Trays of Apple Strudel appeared on a table and everybody partook gratefully. Champagne was sprayed. Cigars were lit. And suddenly, beer and stronger libations appeared. An all-you-can-eat (and drink) buffet was sponsored by Kornmesser Jewelry and the schnitzel count for yours truly went up by 2. Let me just say this about the Austrians. They love life and need little provocation to party. This was no exception and everyone was all smiles as joy flooded the hall. Songs I never knew the words to were sung. Toasts were made. I circulated, receiving and giving out many "thank you" and "attaboys". As the celebration went from a meal to more liquid-oriented, Susan and I left the proceedings just as soon as socially acceptable, avoiding (wisely) the after-parties that followed.

Our Team President, Gerhard Brauer and his wife Manuella, spent countless hours preparing our team all season long, but especially, this day and its events. It went off flawlessly. It is evident how much love they have for this game for not many know how much behind the scenes work goes in to a football team. It is a quality organization from the top down. I will always be grateful to "Gersch", Coach Mathis Weinberger, and Kornmesser Jewelry for allowing Johnathan, Susan and myself to be part of this season. This may be hard for the reader to comprehend, but I was not always the sweet, warm, compassionate, tender, agreeable person that you have come to know. I DID, however, attempt to make any disagreement in private and always support my bosses in public. Coaches should air differences freely but then pull "as one" when the final decision is made.

In a game preceded with pyrotechnics and pageantry and played in perfect sunny weather, every Ranger lived up to the "clear heads-full hearts" yell that precedes every practice and game. I got in and took pictures of as much as I could. For I know, that eventually, after the warm glow of victory has faded, I will want to hold on to this experience a long while. I will want to ignore the conflicts and heartaches that beset any team through a long season. I will only want to smile and remember the journey, the people, the friends that I encountered; from a town of less than 300 people in Northwest Oklahoma, through 32 years in Southwest Oklahoma, to the Crossroads of Europe. I don't know what will happen next, but I have enjoyed this Same Game; New Continent.



Pre-game: waiting for the fun to begin.
(l to r) Me; Johnathan





Team Photo:
2011 Kormensser Rangers
Undefeated
Silver Bowl Champions




In the stands; (l to r)
Johanna Hackl and Susan.


(Johanna, thanks for "rescuing" Susan from Friday practices. Your kindness and efforts are appreciated greatly)







Coaching Staff: (l to r)

Manuel Auzinger, Johnathan Hepner, Mathias Neumann, Head Coach Mathias Weinberger, and Lyn Hepner










Defensive Coaches:
(l to r)
Johnathan Hepner, Lyn Hepner

(this year wouldn't be nearly as successful without the excellent contributions of Johnathan)






MVP Felix Schildorfer (on right) and Me







Championship trophy with my Best Friend.











Friday, June 3, 2011

Vienna in WWII










One of the Flak towers of Vienna. Today, an aquarium is housed in this one. The Haus de Meers. At the top of the structure is the banner reading:
"Smashed to pieces"
(in the still of the night)












Absorbed into Hitler's Third Reich in 1938 as a result of the Anschluss, Vienna survived most of the war without much bombing damage. Out of reach of British and American bombers for much of the war, only in the later stages did the "Reich's Bomb Shelter" receive bomb damage. I set out to see what I could learn / see concerning this period of history.

Hitler had 6 structures known as Flak Towers built to protect the city. Using St. Stephan's church as the "epicenter" the tall, reinforced concrete structures were built as anti-aircraft gun emplacements. The towers remain today in sort of state of limbo. Evidently, the Soviet occupying forces tried to destroy one and failed because of the sturdy construction. Today, they are jointly owned by the city of Vienna and the nation of Austria. They have different uses today, but the one I visited has been transformed into an aquarium (Haus de Meers).








One of the gun emplacements on the Flak tower. Now it is an observation deck. Visitors may be seen, looking over the city.












Standing nearly 6 stories high, the first thing one notices is a huge banner stating "Smashed to Pieces (in the still of the night)"; a reference to the war. Construction began in 1942 and was completed with the help of slave labor from nearby concentration camps. The towers also served as shelter for the populace of Vienna, fire control, communications, and field hospital. As fuel supplies dwindled, causing the loss of defense fighter planes, the towers and anti-aircraft were the only defense the Viennese had against the increasing Allied bombing attacks. During daylight bombing raids, their effectiveness was1 of 125 Allied aircraft fell to their fire. Night raids lessened their effectiveness to 1 of 145.

The air raids were directed at factories, oil refineries, and mining the Danube to render it and ineffective source of transport. This caused much of the factory production to literally go underground to places like Seegrote (an underground mine; now an underground lake because of flooding in the mine later).

Unlike Dresden, Germany, Allied bombing did not utterly destroy the city. Many parts (such as Schonbrunn Palace) were declared off limits to bombs, but this didn't mean that non-military targets were always spared. Only 15 seconds by air from targets such as Floridasdorf refinery, the center of the city (1st District) received damage.

Worst of all, the Philipphof (a block of appartements opposite to the Albertina and the State Opera House) collapsed, burying some 200 people who had sought shelter from the raid in its cellars. Most of the victims have never been unearthed and there has not been another building set up on the site. Instead, the Mahnmal gegen Krieg und Faschismus (Memorial against War and Fascim) by Alfred Hrdlicka has been erected there.


I found this description and added it here.

"The split white monument, The Gates of Violence, remembers victims of all wars and violence, including the 1938–1945 Nazi rule of Austria. Standing directly in front of it, you're at the gates of a concentration camp. Step into a montage of wartime images: clubs and WWI gas masks, a dying woman birthing a future soldier, and chained slave laborers sitting on a pedestal of granite cut from the infamous quarry at Mauthausen Concentration Camp.

The hunched-over figure on the ground behind is a Jew forced to wash anti-Nazi graffiti off a street with a toothbrush. The statue with its head buried in the stone (Orpheus entering the underworld) reminds Austrians of the consequences of not keeping their government on track. Behind that, the 1945 declaration of Austria's second republic — with human rights built into it — is cut into the stone. The experience gains emotional impact when you realize this monument stands on the spot where several hundred people were buried alive when the cellar they were hiding in was demolished in a WWII bombing attack." - From Rick Steve's Europe





"The Gates of Violence". Memorial against war and fascism. Set on the site of where bombs killed over 200.
















Another view of the memorial against war and fascism. The 200 killed on this spot during an Allied bombing raid were never removed and are interred under this very spot.














Interestingly, the Austrians with which I have spoken about the war (not a scientific study by any means) don't credit the USA with the victory in WWII. The general consensus is that the Russians had done all the "heavy lifting" and the Americans came in late and took the credit. Austria WAS in the Russian occupation zone after the war and there is actually a huge fountain and monument to the Soviet soldiers killed in WWII (which to me, is unsettling).



Monument erected to the Soviet soldiers killed in WWII. The locals called it the "Tomb of the Unknown Pilferer" (which may indicate how much they appreciate having a monument to their enemy-turned-victorious occupier).














On the edge of the Soviet Soldier's Memorial. These seem a little creepy (like the flying monkeys in Wizard of OZ).











In my humble (but nevertheless; correct) opinion, we saved Russia's a** and then held up so they could extract revenge for Operation Barbarrossa (Hitler's backstabbing attack on his "non-aggression pact partner, Stalin). It can be argued that as late as 1941, FDR was in no hurry to commit American ground troops to Europe. When they WERE committed (following Hitler's unexplained declaration of war on the US on Dec. 11, 1941), it was to help Britain (which was almost "down for the count"). Also, no less than (then Senator) Harry S Truman was quoted as saying "where is the downside of letting Communists and Nazis kill each other?"



This is a "memorial" to the location of the Gestapo headquarters in Vienna. I am not sure what the inscription says but I CAN happily report to you that it is in an open space that signifies that the place was bombed out of existence. This monument remains.








Nowadays, it seems that everybody is "over it" as far as I can tell. The city of Vienna is basically the crossroads of Europe. Its post-war government is required to stay out of any alliances. It contains OPEC and the United Nations. It is a mixture of the Middle East, Eastern and Western Europe with an undeniable American influence. It has a ridiculously low crime rate and everywhere you look, there can be seen sports venues, parks, trees, flowers, and people enjoying themselves. The Danube and its recently-dug canals lend an extra personality. Music, architecture, cuisine, and culture rival Paris in most informed travelers opinions. In MY opinion, it combines the serious and regimented lifestyle of the Germans with the emotional, happy-go-lucky attitudes of the Italians. Their immigration issues seem to be mainly with the Turkish and the same opinions heard in America can be heard in Austria. Just replace the Turkish in Austria with a country that borders our nation and striking similarities are apparent.

In future adventures, we plan to visit Schonbrunn Palace (including the world's oldest and Europe's largest zoo), Seegrote (an under ground lake), Kahlenberg and Leopoldau (in the hills overlooking Vienna, the Weinvertel (Wine Road) region, and whatever else we stumble upon.

That having been said, this next week is devoted to preparation for the Silver Bowl to be played on Saturday, June 11. Other adventures can wait till after the victory!

Auf Wiedersehen and GO RANGERS!!!