Saturday, February 23, 2008
Somewhere (Far) Short of Big Sur
SF tomorrow.
The Pacific is in view
Thursday, February 21, 2008
Beer and Relaxing in Las Vegas
When I arrived (my GPS navigated me along the streets of Vegas), I must really credit Travelzoo, which found me an astonishingly cheap rate at the Mandalay that included a free pass to the spa. Sitting in the steam room and the sauna, I could feel the toxins of lousy roadside hamburgers, coca-cola and all the bottled water seep through my pours.
Right now, I'm sitting in my room enjoying a Budweiser and answering some e-mails.
Out to see what Vegas has to offer later this evening. More to come later.
Happy to See Kingman, Arizona
I should have stopped at
And, of course, he’d be right. I should have checked the weather.
But first a word about
But crossing the border from
The town itself (at least near the plaza) was upscale, with small bistros with New Mexican art on the wall and small cafes serving colorful plates of eggs and salsa. From a tourism perspective, this is definitely the off-season, as the hotel I stayed in, The Inn of the Governors, was incredibly nice but inexpensive.
Looking at the map in
While this paid off by me arriving safely at a hotel in Kingman, the drive in between
But eventually the road flattened out as I approached Kingman, and I held up here for the night. I’m now typing this as I prepare to load the car and make the trip up to Vegas for the evening. I got a killer deal at The Mandalay. After that, tomorrow it’s on to
Tuesday, February 19, 2008
On the Road (Putting this not for cliche reasons, but because I love Jack Kerouac)
Friday, 02.15.2008
Took off from my office in Framingham and started south to get to New York City for the evening, my hotel at the Doubletree on E. 51st and Lexington. When I arrived, a woman old enough to be my mother told me I looked "cute," and as a result would give me a suite (with a balcony) for no extra charge.
In the evening, met up with my dear friend Nicole, who arranged a dinner reservation for us at The Garage, a nice jazz club/bar in West Village. Afterward, we went to a piano bar, which was also great fun. Then her roommate dragged us to a trendy bar that (unsurprisingly) I hated and then called it a night sometime later.
Saturday, 02.16.2008
To Charlottesville, VA to see my grandfather. He seemed in good spirit despite being far less mobile than he used to. It was wonderful to see him.
Sunday, 02.17.2008
Long day on the road, swinging down along southwestern Virginia and into Tennessee. Spent the night in Nashville and took in some bluegrass music at The Station Inn. Really awesome, honest music, and I met the owner, JT, who is pictured here on their website. We talked about where I was from and where I was headed, and he wished me luck on my journey as I settled out a tab for a bunch of Budweiser and pizza.
Monday 02.18.2008
Lunch in Memphis, but then just a horrendous drive through Arkansas and into Oklahoma.
Tuesday 02.19.2008
Off to Santa Fe.
Saturday, December 29, 2007
A rainy day in San Francisco, Alcatraz and No Cabs
After sitting around for most of the day reading (and then watching the movie), my parents, my brother, my brother's girlfriend, Whitney, her parents, and I took two cabs down to Pier 33 by Fisherman's Wharf to catch the evening tour to Alcatraz.
While people will tell you Alcatraz is the biggest tourist trap San Francisco has to offer, and in many ways I suppose it could be, I have to say it's worth every penny to take the 15 minute ferry ride across the bay to see it. As we rode over on the ferry at dusk, a translucent fog enveloped the island and we could still see the outline of the city in the distance. It felt eerie to climb to the top of the island and then into the prison and learn not only about the escape attempts, but of just what the day-to-day was like for the prisoners who lived there. It must have worn on the prisoners to see the life and vibrancy of the city from the island -- they knew they were so close, but yet couldn't be further away from freedom.
We took the ferry back across the bay. Adam and I decided we'd brave the weather (mostly fog and light rain) on the top deck. We grabbed a couple beers from the snack bar and went up there so I could point to parts of the city and have him explain where each neighborhood ended and the next one begun.
When we got back to Fisherman's Wharf, that's where the trouble began. Adam had made plans for us to eat at an Italian place in North Beach (that doesn't take reservations but where getting a table generally isn't a problem), and called to verify the address. When he phoned them, however, he learned that they were closed until January 9. As a result, and believe me, I felt bad for him, he was standing on a street corner with his parents, future in-laws, girlfriend and his brother with no table reserved anywhere on 8 p.m. on a Friday. We looked for cabs just to take us from Fisherman's Wharf up to North Beach, but none came. Apparently, anytime it rains in San Francisco, cabs become hard to find.
We eventually made it up to a small italian place but ended up waiting an additional hour for a table. My dad, Whitney's dad, Adam and myself ran up a tab of about 15 Moretti's and the women polished off a couple bottles of wine while we waited. Needless to say, we were feeling no pain by the time we finally got seated and ate some brick-oven pizza.
Wednesday, December 26, 2007
Last couple days in San Francisco
On Wednesday, we had lunch at The Ramp. It's located just off Third Street by the Waterfront. According to Adam, the best thing about The Ramp is that for a restaurant on the water, it's a pretty well-kept secret from tourists. It's not far past AT&T Park (where the Giants play) and near the Portrero area of the city. The reason it might be kept so secret is that that part of the city, at the surface, isn't much to look at. A lot of it is under construction, as developers are betting it will be "the next big neighborhood" in San Francisco.
In the afternoon, we drove around the city and looked at potential neighborhoods for me to live in. Now: a word about my brother's driving. It's a bit on the aggressive side. His Volkswagen Passat is a standard, and he shifts in and out of lanes and swears and curses and pretty much lives by the Lynch mantra of driving with a sense of entitlement, if not anger.
We looked at the Haight Ashbury, which is a section I've wanted to live in since reading the Electric Kool-Aid Acid Test by Tom Wolfe about Ken Kesey and his Merry Pranksters when I was in high school. While it has kept the bohemian feel you read about, it's kind of J-Crew, tourist hippy at this point, where a lot of it seems contrived. That said, the residential parts have amazingly constructed homes with colorful paint and wonderful moldings.
Near the Haight is the Cole Valley area, which would be near transportation that would take me toward my work rather easily.
Afterward, we drove up along the Presidio and then back down to the bay where I went and looked at the Golden Gate, yet again. I thought about the scene in Vertigo where Jimmy Stewart follows Kim Novak and jumps in after her.
Yesterday:
Adam and I drove down to Burlingame in the afternoon and played golf at Crystal Springs, a course that overlooks, even in December, verdantly green hills. It runs along Buri Buri Ridge of the old San Mateo Rancho, and if you hook a ball a little too far, you could watch it fall down into the valley that where the 20-mile-long Crystal Springs Reservoir (and under it, part of the San Andreas fault) resides.
It was cold, though (in the forties), and we found ourselves blowing into our hands to keep warm and it stung to feel the vibrations of the club if you didn't hit the ball square (which, seeing as I hadn't played in a couple months, happened every now and again). We drank some Pilsners to keep warm and kept the windshield down on the golf cart.
In the evening, I took the muni downtown (to the financial district) and met Ben for dinner and drinks, which was a good time. With his wife due soon, I'd purchased a Red Sox onezie (sp) that I hope the little one will get good use from. Ben was pleased, saying it's the best possible baby gift I could have gotten them, so that was nice.
Afterward, I went back to the flat on Hyde Street my parents are renting, had a glass of wine and went to bed.