Science Leadership Academy (Philadelphia, PA)
May 5, 2009 by Ocean Doctor · Leave a Comment
| June 10, 2009 | ||
| 12:00 pm | to | 1:00 pm |
Science Leadership Academy (Philadelphia, PA)
Orlando Public Library (Orlando, FL)
May 5, 2009 by Ocean Doctor · Leave a Comment
| May 9, 2009 | ||
| 10:30 am | to | 11:30 am |
Orlando Public Library – Orange County Library System (Orlando, FL)
Genesee High School (Genesee, MI)
May 5, 2009 by Ocean Doctor · Leave a Comment
| May 28, 2009 | ||
| 12:30 pm | to | 2:30 pm |
Genesee High School (Genesee, MI)
Jackson Liberty High School (Jackson, NJ)
May 5, 2009 by Ocean Doctor · 4 Comments
| May 22, 2009 | ||
| 9:00 am | to | 11:30 am |
Jackson Liberty High School (Jackson, NJ)
Seagate Elementary (Naples, FL)
May 5, 2009 by Ocean Doctor · Leave a Comment
| May 13, 2009 | ||
| 1:00 pm | to | 2:30 pm |
Seagate Elementary (Naples, FL)
Golden Gate Elementary (Naples, FL)
May 5, 2009 by Ocean Doctor · Leave a Comment
| May 13, 2009 | ||
| 9:00 am | to | 10:00 am |
Golden Gate Elementary (Naples, FL)
50 Years, 50 States, 50 Stitches
April 1, 2009 by Ocean Doctor · 3 Comments
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I don’t feel my age, I certainly don’t act my age, and I’m delighted when people tell me I don’t look my age. But the 35,000 air miles I’ve logged since the beginning of the year have taken an unexpected toll that a younger me might have been able to simply shrug off. It’s in these circumstances that a Medical Doctor overrides an Ocean Doctor, and my orthopedic surgeon was clear with me that if I was going to be able to shed my wool suit for a wetsuit for our next Cuba expedition in June 2009, I would need to listen, obey, and lie still.
50 States – Leg 4, Stop 2: St. Louis, Missouri – Snow Day with a Difference
March 1, 2009 by Ocean Doctor · 6 Comments
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I hadn’t seen it snowing sideways with such intensity since I rode out the "Storm of the Century" in Cape May, New Jersey. Of course, I was looking out the window of a Boeing 737 in motion, very definitely a moving frame of reference, so perhaps the "sideways" part was somewhat exaggerated, but the intensity part wasn’t. On our final approach, I was mesmerized by the sight of a buried St. Louis, Missouri slowly coming into view through a milky night sky, blanketed by the blizzard that was on top of it. The Interstate was a broad white ribbon snaking through the tranquil-looking city, with just a handful of headlights and tailights of vehicles making what must have been an incredibly perilous journey. I would soon be among them.
50 States – Leg 4, Stop 1: Rapid City, South Dakota – Beach House in the Sky
February 1, 2009 by Ocean Doctor · 2 Comments
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Woven deeply into every speech I have ever given about exploring the oceans is a reverant tribute to Lewis and Clark and their epic expedition to the new American west. Dispatched by President Thomas Jefferson to explore the vast new territory recently acquired in the Louisiana Purchase, Meriwether Lewis and William Clark also searched, in vain, for the fabled northwest passage, a water route connecting Atlantic and Pacific through North America, sought by explorers for centuries as a shorter trade route. I always carry the audiobook version of their original journals on my iPod, and their own words describing their fascinating encounters with wildlife, native Americans, and emotional reflections on the profound natural beauty that unfolded before them continue to ignite my imagination and desire to explore as if I were still 12 years old.
50 States – Leg 3: Macksville, Kansas (The Middle of Somewhere)
January 25, 2009 by Ocean Doctor · 4 Comments
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I hadn’t been to Kansas in 25 years, since my then-girlfriend’s ‘72 Dodge Dart broke down at 2 AM square in the middle of our transcontinental journey to San Diego. The dash went dark, the engine quit, and the car silently rolled to a stop on the shoulder of the Interstate. I opened the hood and was greeted by flames, which I somehow managed to blow out, probably with the help of the ever-present midwest winds which were howling that night. They had to wake up a State Trooper to rescue us. Twenty five years later, the winds still howl as I remember them.
