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Mom: 3 Years Gone – “Tour de Ashes”

Hi Mom,

Well today is 3 years gone and wow, so much has happened since the worst phone call ever in Auroville.

I won’t get into all the details but do want to catch you up on all the geo-locations (and other memorials) your ashes are distributed… for the time being at least.

Overall, you’ll be happy to know we’ve added a few more stamps to your figurative passport and there are many places scattered around the world where you are especially remembered. 

We’ll start the world tour with the most obvious and familiar locations in Utah: 

First, the Celebration of Life Monument in SLC right by the (fabulous) library. This wall took some doing to make it all happen but worth the work and looks great.      

Your entire full name with all the middle names is engraved on the wall and allll spelled perfectly! 

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Disguise: Convict with Clown and First Nations Warrior (of sorts)

Convict, Clown and First Nations: daveo disguised
Convict, Clown and First Nations
I ventured out, moustachioed, into the wilds of Guilford complete with my inmate number for easy identification.
 
Along with brother Dan as a clown, no tears for this one, and brother Bob with some inappropriate cultural appropriation upon which I won’t comment upon further, we would rampage through Guilford Mews condos using pillowcases instead of plastic sacks to collect the trick or treat bounty. 
 
Surrey, circa 1976?
 
 

Portrait: as Beach Club Host (with brother Bob and drummers)

Beach Club Host: daveo disguised
Beach Club Host
As a tour host at Star Sand Private Beach Club on island of Guam. “Landlocked” by Andersen Air Force base and, as such, closed down after a terrorist incident you may have heard about in New York City.
 
Note: The pale one is Cmdr. “Magnum” – then entirely a civilian. 
 
 

Artifacts (youngtime): Chief Scout’s Award – evidence / letters, photos, certificate – ca. 1983

from left Dave Olson, various RCMP and Judge, Bob Olson front, Brad Coleman far right – receiving Chief Scout’s award, 1983

In Canadian Scouts, the highest accolade one can achieve is the Chief Scout’s Award. Requires a whole load of badges and tasks and whatnot – sorta like the US Eagle Scout i suppose.

Anyhow, as it goes, most Scouts earn this on their way out and onto Ventures (the next age bracket group) but diligent as i am, earned at a young age (was told youngest ever but no way to verify) and attended the ceremony (requiring special permission apparently) along with older brother Bob and pal Brad Coleman. Must been 1983.

What follows are artifacts and evidence to this point.

(As obvious) this is a letter from Governor General who is apparently the Chief Scout of Canada) acknowledging earning of eponymous Chief Scout’s Award.

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Disguise: Los Cousins Banditos

Los cousins Banditos: daveo disguised
Los cousins Banditos
Los Cousins Banditos (not officially Spanish). Cousins Keiza and Tal along with brother Bob and me, showing significant incompetence in gun-handling ability (hasn’t changed for me but possibly for others whoa re more inclined in adult times).
 
 

Mementos: Japan Misasa Onsen town

Misasa, Pétanque tournament, with Mayor, circa 1993
Misasa, Pétanque tournament, with Mayor, circa 1993

“You can’t go home again” says Thomas Wolfe, and i’m cool with that as i don’t have a “home” however, there a few spots in the world that i always yearn to return to – one of which is Misasa Onsen, a small mountain town in Tottori-ken (prefecture) Japan(note: pop. approx 6500) which boasts hotsprings with exceptionally high levels of Radon/Radium (is this good for you? i dunno, not a chemist – note: radon is the gas-form).

They folklore says (as per the town’s name which translates to “Three Mornings”) that staying and bathing here for three days will cure you of all your ills. As Radium was discovered by French scientist Marie Curie, the town celebrates all things France with a statue, festival and park dedicated to the wise lady, and other Franco-accruements.

Misasa, Kawara rotenburo with Bob, circa 1993
Misasa, Kawara rotenburo with Bob, circa 1993

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Bob and Dave: Surrey and Ghandruk

Bob, Dave: Surrey, approx 1975
Bob, Dave: Ghandruk, 2017

Disguise: Super Pig with Convict, Clown and “Bob”

Olsonboys and Super Pig: daveo disguised
Olsonboys and Super Pig

My appreciation of both pigs and superpowers rolls on with a character aptly called “Super Pig” – diligently assembled and sewn by a budding craftsman.  Alas the diligence of attempted nuance was slightly compromised again by yet another pair of specs.

Brother Dan seems quite comfortable in the convict suit, James is clowning around and Bob… Well Bob seems to be wearing a coat and pants #Understated

 

 

Disguise: TinTin with Ghost, Clown, and King Tut

TinTin, Ghost, Clown, King Tut: daveo disguised
TinTin, Ghost, Clown, King Tut
Well, i guess Bob was technically  rocking the King Tut before my (i’m  just gonna say it) legendary King Tut science fair exhibit complete with costume (keep in mind, that was fifth grade science fair and I rolled in bare chested in a loincloth).
 
Bob however, went for a literal interpretation taking cues from from the conventional death mask portraits of the young Pharaoh (the touring exhibit had been in Seattle this year).  I point this out as mine was more historically nuanced accurate for his day-to-day wear.
 
Dan has graduated to ghost while James plays the role of the clown which he’s never really stopped playing now that I think about it…
 
Surrey, circa 1978/9? 

Portrait: Canadian Campers

Canadian Camper: daveo disguised
Canadian Camper
A hybrid of sorts, classic Canadian outdoorsman with his puffy trucker’s vest, proto-hipster snapback hat, one of my dozens of “Run for Fun” champion T-shirts ( #HumbleBrag), brass pig belt buckle, and yet another fresh set of glasses.
 
As usual, brother Bob is trying to get into my groove, but I’m patient and understanding.