Time to reflect and say Thank-you.

The trip and the time are passing faster than I can keep up with.  I had thought I would have time to write a short blog most days - but I have found I am spending so much time doing things that I have little time to write about it!


So before I get much further I have got to mention some people who have been brilliant and a massive help in making my trip a success.  When I arrived Norman Gettings at Bananagrams was brilliant, picking me up from Boston Airport, helping me settle in and sharing a beer or 2.  
Mike Smith in Providence introduced me to how they help adults with Autism into employment and shared some excellent ideas. 
In Cleveland Marilyn Jares and Rich Hoban at SAW inc were excellent hosts, gave up an entire day and showed me a wide range of schemes and, for me, a novel approach of paying the workforce through SAW who receives a donation from the employer.  
In Cincinnati I attended a packaged event. Gary was a thoughtful host - even taking me shopping when I needed a bag to carry the arm load of resources I carried to each meeting.  Also in Cincinnati Mitch Morgan from 5&3 Bank was very helpful. Looking at employment from the business perspective was particularly insightful.
Ken Upshaw and his team at Bridges in Chicago were fantastic, wonderful people doing a great job and all willing to share their knowledge.  I learnt a huge amount and am indebted to Ken and his team.
In Kenosha, Wisconsin I met Gary Eckstein. We visited some great schemes and met some dedicated individuals.  Unfortunately, runners will understand what I mean when I say, I hit the wall in Kenosha.  All the traveling, collecting information, the unfamiliar heat and I skipped coffee at breakfast combined to leave me well below par. Gary was a really good guy - so I wish I hadn't run out of energy at that point.
I recovered in time to fly to Vancouver.  A flight of 4 and a half hours and I hadn't realised they don't serve any food.  My stomach wasn't fooled by the Vancouver clocks showing 5:00pm - it knew it was 7:00pm or 12 hours since a meagre breakfast.  I dropped my bags at my new lodgings and dashed off in the direction of any food selling type place.  
The following morning, or 2 meals later, I met Deanne Ziebart a lovely lady who showed me 3 wonderful projects - Jobs West, StarWorks and a Drop In centre where those with disability can stop by to have a coffee, chat to friends, do a class or recreation activity.  Evening social events are regularly planned and all events are always well attended.  I have learned so much from so many places and seen a lot of problems tackled in a range of imaginative ways - but the drop in idea is simple and meet so many needs.  It is so far a stand alone idea and will definitely be part of the final package of measures that I propose.  
So everyone who has contributed to my increasing knowledge and who has played their part in the success of the trip so far I would like to say a big 'Thank-you' and I will be in touch once I have assimilated the information, translated it to a UK context and written the report. 


My next stop is Vancouver Island where I have 3 days of visits planned before flying to Toronto to spend time with 2 companies which will end my Canadian trip.  So I had better go an pack, tomorrow I have an early start and 6 weeks worth of luggage to transport on public transport, change buses downtown to get a Ferry over to Nanaimo.  

A week is along time!

Before leaving Cincinnati I had a final walk over to Covington and Main Strass Village. The small township celebrates it famous children with a series of brown signs. (worthy of the sign museum itself!) These list the famous and their achievements.  Amongst whom are Robert L Surtee's who won 3 Academy Awards as Director of Photography, his final one in 1959 for Ben Hur.  He also has credits for his work on classic films such as The Oklahoma, Graduate and The Sting.  I was also impressed to learn that Haven Gillespie 1888 - 1975 was born and went to school in Covington. If you do not know the name he was a printer by trade and worked for The New York Times. However his fame was for the feel good songs that he wrote the most famous of which is 'Santa's coming to Town,'  Reading that as the baking sun was burning through the factor 30 was a little bizarre! 

As the evening approached I saw a series of tiny light bulbs illuminate in the grass around me - as soon as the light registered it went off again. I was trying to work out what was happening went one switched on directly in front of me. It was a tiny insect that as it takes off the light comes on. I don't think it was a firefly, but whatever it was - nice to see.

Just an observation - but as I have been doing my laundry here it has occurred to me why put wet clothes in a drier using all that electricity when if you hung them outside they would dry quicker and for free. If that wasn't enough reason it would be better for the planet as well. What do you think?

With so many journey's it was inevitable I would have a bad one. To cut a long disaster short and avoid reliving it - the plan was to fly from Cincinnati to Cleveland via Washington, not my plan - the travel agent who arranged my travel. The first flight was cancelled, meaning I would miss the connection. They re-routed me leading to a 3 hour delay from my planned arrival. On the rearranged flight I squeezed past a passenger and fell into my seat - then discovered something gum like sticking to the seat and now to my pants. On landing I told the air hostess - she asked to see my ass. I was in no mood to flirt - not least when she confirmed that my pants were in a state. Self consciously I made my way to baggage collection and to make a bad day complete - my bag was not there. I had to wait over 1 hour for it to arrive. I was due to arrive at the Airbnb apartment at 8:30pm I rolled in after midnight - hitting my pillow that night I was very much aware that my meeting was at 8:00am the next morning and I had not yet found where to go. Sweet dreams not! (I worked out, during my long delays, had I driven I could have arrived at 3:00pm - note to the travel agent....)

But I found it, had a successful day visiting schemes in the Cleveland area of Cuyahoga County. I even had a meal with other people, going out with 2 of the staff that had guided me through my day. Cleveland is not Cincinnati but it was hot, nice enough and had a bar that showed England win an unmemorable game. I also enjoyed my first experience of Airbnb. (Google if you haven't heard of it!) My host was away so I had his apartment to myself.  Made a change from hotels and good to have the opportunity to make my breakfast.

I made Chicago without any repeated hassle - and amazingly as the luggage conveyer belt whirred into life I stared with disbelief - a black case with a strap of Union Jacks was circulating.  Tacky but easy to spot and this time it actually arrived with me, Hurrah!!

Chicago - great city Which I will return to. But for now I will jump forward and share some pictures of Kenosha, Wisconsin which is my final American visit before flying to Vancouver.  More later.

Kenosha Lake Front Quay

KENOSHA, Wisconsin

Lake Michigan, same Lake as Chicago, different skyline.

Kenosha Town Park

Posh Kenosha - even the trams are Rolls Royce's

I asked for a Compact - a free supersize!!!

Second visit and The Queen City.

I woke to my first day in Kentucky, with one thought - has my luggage arrived?  To my great relief and delight clean socks, wash things, a comb and more was now with me in time to be used prior to meeting the representative from Project Search who was to be my guide for the day. 

Feeling clean and human again I began the first of 2 days visiting employment placements that have been created through the initial work of Project Search. These were really professionally interesting and will be reported as part of my work.

Tim gained a job in Cincinnati Children's hospital pathology lab through Project Search. (Note my clean clothes!!)

Outside the professional visit there were a couple of incidents that may be of general interest. I was having lunch with two of the staff in the Cincinnati Children's Hospital cafe when a tannoy message was broadcast with a flashing blue light to add emphasis. I along with everyone else paid no attention.  The message repeated but was not clear so I had tuned it out. After about the seventh repeat my hosts said is that floor D or B, tuning in I realised the electronic voice was saying an incident had occurred on floor D and everyone was to leave the building. I began to gather my belongings, though no one else was showing much inclination to move. Greg said "These alarms go all the time - it will be nothing." The insistence of the flashing light and the repeated message made me wonder. People did begin wandering out. Then a banging alerted me to the cafe window - a hospital worker in the corridor was banging on the window and telling us to leave the building.  Someone from security came over, Greg went to speak to him.  Returning Greg was most indignant that the security person had been rude in insisting that we leave, he told us this as he sat down. He then related a story that he and a colleague had been eating when the alarms sounded. People got up to leave until only Greg and his colleague remained in the 1000 place cafe. A security guy came through doing a final sweep - seeing them he told them the alarm was a tornado warning which was real and they had a few minutes before it hit. They made it to the shelter safely.  Fortunately, for my increasing level of anxiety, we then did make a move and evacuated the building. As we sauntered into the Cincinnati heat the all clear sounded. By that time we had finished lunch so kept going.


The developing city of Cincinnati was, for a long time known, as Porkapolis due to it being the centre for Pork distribution. That nickname would have a very different meaning in Newcastle where locally Police are known as the Polis.  
Passing through the city they have some very impressive buildings, one was pointed out to me - it had an impressive lattice of steelwork arching across it's top, "That is modelled on Princess Di's crown" I was told, looking at it again - I really think it was. The riverfront is impressive and I admired the Paul Brown Football stadium as I passed it with a local banker who was involved inProject Search. "So it should be,' He told me, "It cost millions of tax  dollars and stages 9 games a year." 


As a Churchill Travelling Fellow I was impressed to hear that Churchill had visited Cincinnati and described it as,  "America's most beautiful in-land city." I am sure it has improved further since his visit.  Without a car and with limited tourist time I was certainly impressed by what I saw and I only scratched the surface.


Travelling on my own I find limits my appetite, eating is enjoyed best as a social occasion.  I was alone having a salad in an international food chain and was enjoying people watching. An enormous, grossly overweight guy waddled in with a tray full of more calories. He looked at his tray, realised he hadn't got quite enough, and lumbered off returning with a huge bag of crisps. He then attempted to sit down. The table was designed with the bench seats attached so the gap between seat and table was fixed. The space was not wide enough to squeeze his mighty girth into. After a few attempts he got one cheek on the seat and sat twisted round with more bulk out than in. I wondered if he had been a little less obese and managed to squeeze in, then after completing his tray of calories would he have bulked up and then be unable to escape the vice like clutch go the bench and table.  
It is not necessarily the consumers fault.  In the same place I asked for a drink, "Do you want Medium or large?" I asked for Medium and was amazed to be offered a a cup that could be mistaken for a bucket.  I half filled it and was only able to drink half of that.  I wondered if I'd asked for large would they have wheeled in an oil drum?  It made me think that when the offer to 'Supersize' a meal is accepted do people realise that in reality they are super sizing themselves.


Not having much time to explore places I have spent a little time looking at tourist guides to see what I am missing.  One such, based in Cincinnati, is the "American Museum of Signs." It claims to be the only Sign museum in the USA.  Why would that be I wonder?  It made me imagine visiting the museum and seeing a door with a "Push" sign on - do you stand and admire it or actually push? Also if an exhibit carries the sign "No photography" - would you photograph it?  The only Museum of signs in the USA, I think the only one in the world!


I did manage some tourist visits - The National Underground Railroad Museum.  Interesting and moving place to spend time in. I learned that the River Ohio was the boundary between the North & South at the time of the civil war. Cincinnati had people willing to help escaping slaves and lead them to freedom as they made it out of Kentucky. Some were not so lucky, a family made a dash across the frozen Ohio river, as their pursers closed the gap the mother realised they would be re-captured.  Unable to face the thought of her daughter having a life of slavery she killed her.  If you stop and think for a moment what level of despair and pain would bring us to such a point and how would we live beyond that. For me that abyss opened up a small awareness of just how horrific the life of slaves must have been.


A more frivolous tourist event involved wandering over to Covington's Main Strasse Village Goetta Festival. I admitted my ignorance and asked what is this Goetta that everyone was celebrating. The helpful market smallholder introduced me - Goetta is a sort of spiced meat patty, or oblong sausage.  How long before Newcastle has a Greggs Pasty Festival I wonder. The kind lady offered me a taste of Goetta, I politely turned her down, muttering about being a vegetarian and lost all credibility with her. 
The festival goes back to the German influence in the area. As railroads became the major transport system in the US, immigrant workers flooded in to meet the demand for labour. The German immigrants settled in the Covington area and have influenced local beer and strangely a Pied Piper exhibition and information signs explaining the legend of Hamlin's lost children.  That is one for the museum.


My plane is about to board so that spells the end of this blog, hope more adventures await and the blog has something of interest for you

The case of the missing clothes!

Leaving Providence, Rhode Island I had 2 successful flights and arrived safely at Northern Kentucky International Airport.  Unfortunately my bags chose an alternative route and I stood watching the baggage conveyer belt slowly empty until the awful realisation that I had no clean undies for my meeting the next day.  
I was reassured by an airline official that my bag was on it's way and we would be reunited by 7:30pm.  I was collected at the airport by the hotel shuttle bus and in chatting to the driver discovered that the local baseball team had a game that night.  With no firm plans and no clothes to unpack I checked in, dropped my hand luggage off and caught the shuttle over the Ohio river to Cincinnati. By 7:00pm I had a ticket for the game, had found an amazingly healthy option in the baseball ground food outlet, had sampled a local beer and was visiting my fourth US State that day. 
I am struck by the ritual and routine that surround baseball games and that seems to exist in its own right irrespective of the game itself. I marvelled at the many techniques employed to keep the crowd entertained in the short pauses that occur at the end of each innings. The seventh innings stretch is a well known tradition and just one of the staples that all fans know and expect each game. Sitting amongst the crowd, watching all the razzmatazz on a warm evening with a constant stream of food and drink sellers touting their wares. I was struck by how pleasant it was and how entertaining; oh and by the way, in the background there was a game going on. Not at all like my experience at football matches in England; where the crowd generates an atmosphere in response to the team's performance,  passion comes before razzamatazz, it is usually cold and I have never seen a vegetable in a food outlet let alone be offered a tray of raw veg with dips! As a Middlesbrough supporter another new experience was watching the home team, Cincinnati Reds, winning 7-1 and sending everyone home happy. Winning, scoring 7 and going home happy - I wish.


As we funnelled away from the extremely impressive stadium in a lovely Riverfront setting I realised that the Ohio has many bridges that span it's girth linking Cincinnati to Kentucky.  I also realised that I had been driven across one bridge that linked two unfamiliar cities and now had to find a pedestrian bridge that would return me to a hotel that I had glimpsed briefly before being whisked off to the game. 
After about 4 miles - most in the wrong direction, I got my bearings and wearily reached the hotel after midnight. The night porter reported that my luggage had not yet arrived.  Hot, sweaty and dishevelled I faced the prospect of pulling these same crumpled clothes on for my meeting the next day. Despite this my extended walk ensured that I slept a deep and fortunately dream free sleep.

That is enough for one blog - part 2 later!

 

First Visit

The business end of the trip got under way with a visit to the Groden Network in Providence, Rhode Island.  They specialise in Autism and have developed a vocational support programme for their school leavers.  This has grown up over a number of years and has built on business relationships and word of mouth to create new employment opportunities.  For example the Groden Network and the Vocational / employment arm when they tender for construction work or service contracts for their business they always ask the question - would the business support any employment for people with cognitive disabilities?  


Norman Gettings manages the USA based centre of Bananagrams.  He is looking to work with Groden and provide placements and possibly employment for some of their clients.  Together we visited a Garden Centre where several 'clients' are offered sheltered work, this includes art projects and basic skills in the down time and for some their time is split between gardening and other employment. Mike Smith the program director, based at Cove - the adult hub for vocational activities, drove us to the next part of the visit.  On route we passed a group engaged in their work of watering hanging baskets along the main street.  The City has a contract with Cove to provide this service.  Some local businesses also buy in their services to wash the windows.  
Mike and his colleague Demi from Groden accompanied us on the visit and the discussion as we went helped inform and illuminate the activities we saw.  One noteworthy activity is the links Groden have with Providence's 'WaterFire' this is a monthly festival when, with great ritual, theatre and ceremony boats travel along the waterways at sunset lighting water based braziers.  There is music, stalls selling food and souvenirs, entertainment and a great local community involvement.  Groden have played their part, for example planting flowers in the braziers between displays and preparing kindling for the monthly fire lighting.  If you are ever in the area of Providence - make sure you time it to catch WaterFire.
  
As part of this Fellowship I am writing up each visit in more detail and reviewing the factors I find common to all successful enterprises.  My report will consider what works well and what factors need to be considered when developing employment opportunities for people who having learning difficulties.  Consequently in future blogs I will give a snapshot of the business side and a look a little more at the human side of maintaining a Fellowship while away from home, friends and the usual comfort zone.  For anyone keen to keep up with the business part of the fellowship - let me know and I will email you a copy of the final report.


To Sue, Jeff and others who have tried unsuccessfully to post a comment - sorry I do not know how to sort that for you.  However you could always email - wrightmj2004@hotmail.co.uk - but if the message is something like "Stop blogging......"  You may have to wait until I return home!

Trip begins with bad news

After months of planning, scouring websites, making contacts and looking for accommodation and means of travel between the sites that I plan to visit  the waiting is over and the plan is now being put to the test!  
The flight to USA went fairly smoothly and I arrived at Boston Logan airport 1 hour earlier than I had anticipated.  By the time I got through immigration and spent some time looking at the piece of conceptual art in the foyer of the airport; which is a series of tracks, rails, pulleys and wheels that transport several balls through the mechanism triggering bells and chimes as they progress through the Esher like landscape, the time passed and my pal Norman arrived to collect me. He manoeuvred us through a torrential rainstorm that fell quicker than the wipers could cope in Boston rush hour, welcome to the USA! 
After spending 21 hours awake I slept completely oblivious of my new surroundings, a couple of 'Blue Moon' beers possibly helped with that.
The dawn of my first day in the USA had a look similar to that I left in England, heavy grey sky, clouds and a breeze.  The main difference was about 10C warmer in Boston.
The distance from home then grew rapidly. An early morning call with my wife broke the news that my mother-in-law had died.  She had been ill and Sheila and I had discussed the possibility that she may not survive the duration of my trip. However knowing that I will be away for 6 weeks and not able to be there for my wife and her family is a hard start to the trip.