Friday, August 7, 2009

THE MAGIC OF RAKI

Dear Friends,
For those of you who were not lucky enough to have been stationed at Iraklion Air Station on Crete, or may not have visited Crete, I need to provide you with a little background information about raki before proceeding any further. Raki is made from grapes, but it is not wine. Wine is made from fermented grapes; whereas, raki is distilled from grapes, much in the same way that whiskey is distilled. The closest thing that I could compare raki with is Tennessee moonshine. However, Tennessee moonshine pales in comparison when placed side by side with raki. As one who has sampled both (but not at the same time), I can attest that raki is much more potent than Tennessee moonshine.
I’m sure that many of you recall the effects that raki had on us when we were young and foolish, and were stationed at Iraklion Air Station on Crete. Just about any of us who tried raki also abused it (or did it abuse us?). Most of us, at one time or another, partook of large enough quantities of raki, that, if we had died then, our bodies would be have been pickled to the extent they would have outlasted ANY Egyptian mummy. And, I distinctly remember one young airman, whose cigarette lighter had run out of lighter fluid in the mountain village of Anogia, filling his lighter with raki and then successfully lighting it! It burned with an almost clear flame...much like pure grain alcohol. And, I also remember different airmen, huddled at the base of the porcelain god, begging that Death might come quickly, but, if spared Death, swearing that raki would never again cross their lips! And, I personally recall awakening the following morning after an evening bout with a bottle of raki, with such a severe headache that I felt as if I were having a cerebral hemorrhage! But, were you aware that raki possesses other uses and properties as well? What follows is an incomplete list (the list grows with each passing day):

(1) Raki has the ability to make grown men weep and beg for their mommies.

(2) Any surplus raki that has not been consumed just prior to the new grape harvesting season, is purchased by the Greek Air Force and used in their fighter jets as aviation fuel.

(3) Raki, when taken with Viagra and Rogain, will cause one’s hair to stand straight up and then wave back and forth.

(4) If applied directly to the skin, raki will repel all mosquitoes, most other insects, and some people.

(5) If infants are bathed in raki, it will cause them to behave until they are five years old.

(6) Raki can lower one’s I.Q. from imbecile to genius.

(7) Raki can make one think that every word out of his mouth and every thought out of his head is brilliant.

(8) Lawyers love to drink raki – it makes them see everything in triplicate.

(9) When consumed while on the beach, raki will make one think that his skin is impervious to the rays of the sun.

(10) The following morning, a very large glass of raki is a great antidote against the effects of sunburn.

(11) Raki, when expelled from the body and ignited, can be used as a flamethrower.

(12) The Guinness Book of World Records recognizes the furtherest “hurler” as one who used raki as the propellant.

(13) The longest non-powered flight was attributed to an airman on Crete who had been drinking raki for a day and a half. Someone accidently lit a match near him while he was expelling gas, and he wasn’t seen again until he landed in a wheat field in the middle of Kansas.

(14) Raki can make one think he can fly.

(15) Raki can make one think that he can think.

(16) Raki has been known to cause airmen to leave the Airmen’s Club on I.A.S. crawling on their hands and knees like a pack of dogs. These same airmen were known to have been given a police escort, complete with flashing lights, as they crawled on their hands and knees behind the patrol car back to their dormitory.

(17) Raki was used in Vietnam as a backup to Agent Orange.

(18) When poured into your riding mower, it can make you exceed the speed limits on ANY interstate.

(19) Raki can make one think he is a race car driver.

(20) Raki can make one think he can write funny jokes about raki.

(21) And lastly, remember: Raki...it isn’t just for drinking anymore!


O.K., O.K., you guessed it! I have been sitting here drinking raki and now I'm trying to find the keys on my laptop. Actually, I’m trying to find my laptop.

Take core, stay weel, and keep in torch...

Your Friend and Fellow “Silent Warrior”,
Bob Armistead

Wednesday, August 5, 2009

MY APARTMENT IN AMOUDARA

Dear Friends,

Several of you have asked about my little apartment in Amoudara on Crete. It is a small one-bedroom, studio apartment, furnished with the necessities, but not extravagant or luxurious by any means. It does, however, have everything that I need. It rents for 350 Euros per month, which, based on today's exchange rate, is equivalent to $504.34. I also pay a 20 Euro ($28.82) fee per month for water, and I will also pay for the electricity I use each month. I won't have the figure for the electricity bill until the end of August. It is neat, clean and safe. Below is a photo of the La Stella Apartment building, and photos of my apartment.

Your Friend and Fellow "Silent Warrior",

Bob Armistead

















Upper Left Photo: The La Stella Apartments on Naxou Street. Upper Right Photo: The entrance way & patio of my apartment.






















Upper Left Photo: My spacious patio. Upper Right Photo: My wardrobe.

















Upper Left Photo: My living/dining area. Upper Right Photo: My little kitchen.






















Upper Left Photo: My bedroom. Upper Right Photo: My bathroom.

Monday, August 3, 2009

GOOD MORNING........CREEEEEETE !!!

Dear Friends,
I awoke early this morning at 4:41 A.M. to the gentle sound of waves washing against the sandy shore just half a block from my little apartment. At first I thought that I would drift back to sleep, but it almost seemed as if the Aegean Sea was inviting me to come down and watch the rising sun cast its warm blanket of golden rays across its waters like a fisherman casting out his net. By 5 A.M. I relented, got up, showered, ironed some fresh clothes and walked down to the beach. The light was still gray, neither man nor beast was up. Even the sea birds, which usually hover by flying directly into the wind and dart down occasionally to snap up an unfortunate fish that had broken the surface of the water, had decided to begin their day a little later. I stood there for a moment facing north - toward a seemingly endless stretch of sea. Then I slowly turned right toward the east – toward that faint glow on the horizon that signaled the birth of a new day. I continued turning until I faced south and could see the mountainous interior of Crete rising, reaching skyward toward a cloudless heaven. Next, my rotation brought me looking westward in the direction of Chania, but I was unable to see beyond the rocky outcropping of the small seaside village of Agia Pelagia in the distance. Finally, I had come full circle...full cycle, and was once again facing north across the Aegean Sea. As I stood there, I quietly muttered a line from Nikos Kazantzakis’ novel, ZORBA THE GREEK. “‘Crete’, I murmured, ‘Crete’. And my heart beat fast’”. I am home!!!
Take care, stay well, and let me hear from you.
Your Friend and Fellow "Silent Warrior",
Bob (Midget) Armistead

"Bon Voyage" from the YMCA

Dear Friends,
Something occurred prior to my departure for Crete that I wanted to share with you. Some of you may know that I work out quite frequently at the YMCA - three days a week for four hours each day to be exact. I do what I refer to as a "total body workout". Because of my impending departure for Crete, I had changed my last workout day from Friday to Thursday, July 30th. I checked in at the YMCA shortly after 9 AM and began my rigorous workout. At about 11 AM, I noticed my sister, Patsy, and her husband, George, up front in the lobby area of the YMCA, where there is a coffee machine, tea, and tables and chairs for sitting and relaxing. I was already a little tired, so I decided to sit down and relax for a few minutes with George and Patsy. While we were talking, a very special friend of mine, Melanie, came up behind me and when I turned around, she was holding a cake with the words, "Bobby, have a safe trip", written in Greek on the cake. Below that it also read, "Crete or bust". I was never so surprised in all my life. George called everyone around and said that it was my birthday (which it wasn't!), and began to lead everyone in an off-key rendition of Happy Birthday. Then, he gave me a little bag with a nice birthday card in it, plus a medicine bottle with one tablet of Viagra in it! George stated aloud that at our age, we needed all the help we could get. Everyone roared with laughter! Then, my dear friend, Melanie, gave me a very nice overnight bag with the YMCA logo on the side. By that time, everyone was wishing me a "Happy Birthday", but I kept trying to tell everyone that it wasn't my birthday - this was just a going away party! At that point they all began wishing me a pleasant and safe journey. This surprise "going away" party was planned and orchestrated by my very good friend, Melanie - one of the nicest, most pleasant, and most awe-inspiring young women that I have ever had the very distinct pleasure of meeting and getting to know. But, I should have suspected that if anyone would have a "Bon Voyage" party for me - it would be Melanie! Thanks, Melanie! You're the Greatest!!! As I reflect on my "Bon Voyage" party, I just can't help but think, "Isn't it nice to have friends - but especially, when they are as nice as Melanie!"
Take care, stay well, and let me hear from you.
Your Friend and Fellow "Silent Warrior",
Bob "Midget" Armistead

Sunday, August 2, 2009

LIFE IS GOOD...VERY, VERY GOOD!

Dear Friends,

Well, here I am! I am safely on Crete, I have all of my luggage, I am at my apartment, and I am online as well! As my son woud say, "Life is good!" But, I must take it a step further by saying, "Life is good...very, very good!" I'll post more very soon.

Take care, stay well and let me hear from you.

Your Friend and Fellow "Silent Warrior",

Bob (Midget) Armistead

Thursday, July 23, 2009

10...9...8...7...6...

Dear Friends,

It was just forty years ago on July 16, 1969, that we heard the familiar countdown, “10...9...8...7...6...5...4...3...2...1... liftoff, we have liftoff”. And with that, Michael Collins, Neil Armstrong and “Buzz” Aldrin blasted off from Cape Canaveral perched atop the nose of a Saturn V rocket. And on July 20, 1969, Neil Armstrong became the first man to set foot on the moon! I was on Crete at the time. There were no “live feeds”, and the only information we received was from Armed Forces Radio and Television Service (AFRTS). While we did receive audio news updates that were several hours old, we didn’t receive any video footage of the historic flight of Apollo 11 until about two weeks later. I stood in awe of the courage of those three men and of American technology which was able to put them on the moon and then bring them safely back to the Earth!

Now, I am enjoying my own countdown of sorts...10 days and counting until I blast off from Nashville International Airport headed for the Nikos Kazantazakis International Airport on Iraklion, Crete. When I do touchdown on Crete, I don’t think anyone will announce over the airplane intercom, “The Midget has landed”. But, I will probably be just as excited as when Neil Armstrong and Buss Aldrin touched down on the surface of the moon aboard the Lunar Module, “The Eagle”, forty years ago, and announced to the world, “The Eagle has landed”.

I have received a number of E-Mails from several asking if I was getting excited as my time of departure draws near. Well, let me put it this way: Do you remember when you were about 6 or 7 or 8 years of age, and how you just couldn’t get to sleep on Christmas Eve in anticipation of Santa’s arrival and the gifts that he would leave behind for you? Well...that is how I am beginning to feel! The excitement and the anticipation are beginning to build! So...”Buzz”, Neil, and Michael...you don’t have anything on me!!! I doubt if I could be anymore excited than if I were preparing to head for the moon!!!

Take care, stay well, and let me hear from you.

Your Friend and Fellow “Silent Warrior”,

Bob (Midget) Armistead

Sunday, June 14, 2009

BACK TO CRETE: PART TWO

Dear Friends,

It is now official: I am returning to Crete for my second time in as many years for another three month visit! I have purchased my airline tickets and I have once again reserved an apartment in the small seaside village of Amoudara, just 6 kilometers to the west of Heraklion.

I am scheduled to depart Nashville, Tennessee on August 1, 2009 at 11:40 A.M. on Delta Airlines and will land at the Hartsfield-Jackson Airport in Atlanta, Georgia at 1:54 P.M. At the Atlanta Airport I will change planes and board a Delta international flight at 4:30 P.M. bound for Athens, Greece. I am scheduled to land in Athens at 10:35 A.M. on the following morning of August 2, 2009. After I have passed through Greek Customs, I will board an Aegean Airlines flight at 1:30 P.M., and will land at 2:20 P.M. at the Nikos Kazantzakis International Airport on Heraklion, Crete.

Once I have secured my luggage, I will make my way to the area where the local buses depart for Heraklion and other nearby villages. I will board the #6 bus that is bound for the little village of Amoudara. Once in Amoudara, I will exit the bus at the bus stop that is alongside the Dionysos Taverna, which is part of the Marirena Hotel complex. With my one piece of luggage in tow behind me, and my camera backpack slung over one shoulder and my laptop computer over my other shoulder, I will turn off A. Papandreou Street and make my way down Naxou Street until I am standing in front of the La Stella Apartments, just half a block from the beach! As my son, Robin, would say, “Ahhhhh...life is good!”

I will make additional posts to my blog in the coming days and weeks as I continue to prepare for my departure.

As always, take care, stay well, and let me hear from you.

Your Friend and Fellow “Silent Warrior”,

Bob Armistead