Monthly Archives: April 2010

Courtesy or Craziness on the Slopes

Ira Riklis continues discussing the seemingly lost art of courtesy on the ski slopes Let’s for a moment give this other skier the benefit of the doubt and suppose that he, quite mistakenly, thought that he had the right of … Continue reading

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Courtesy on the Ski Slopes – or not

Ira Riklis continues discussing the seemingly lost art of courtesy on the ski slopes As I’m in a short traverse within the funnel, I notice out of the corner of my eye a skier barreling at me at high speed … Continue reading

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Ira Riklis discusses courtesy on the slopes

Ira Riklis discusses the seemingly lost art of courtesy on the ski slopes When you consider the number of skiers and snowboarders on the slope at the same time, many traveling at high speed (myself included), it’s remarkable that people … Continue reading

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Ira Riklis goes in for surgery #2

Continuing with the saga of Ira Riklis’ broken leg: Once I got home, taken to NYU Medical, and placed comfortably in a bed with my leg elevated, I was told that my leg was not healing well and they would … Continue reading

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Ira Riklis takes his broken leg home

Continuing with the saga of Ira Riklis’ broken leg: Getting home was quite a trick too. My father made some wonderful arrangements, but it still managed to go awry. I was taken by ambulance (very comfortably) down to Geneva where … Continue reading

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Another view of the same place

Another look at Courchevel. Photo courtesy Ira Riklis.

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Where Ira Riklis broke his leg …

A spot that, as Ira found out, if you have to break your leg, is a beautiful place to do it.

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Ira in the Hospital (or, A Hard Pill to Swallow)

Going to the hospital in Megeve was quite an experience for a young American that didn’t speak much French. While I waited in the hospital hallway, on a gurney, to be taken to surgery, my sister had to hold my … Continue reading

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