adventures


23
Dec 15

Road wearier

Woke up yesterday in north Alabama. Drove home to the plains yesterday. Re-set the luggage, slept in my own bed. Woke up this morning and drove to the A-T-L. Hopped a plane and … well, there’s a video:

Had dinner tonight in Connecticut. It was Chinese. Here’s my fortune:

The early bird gets the worm, but the second mouse gets the cheese. Think about it.


22
Dec 15

Moving around again

Lunchtime on the highway. You know, I spend a lot of time on the interstate, and this one in particular. There are four of these on this road covering the entire north-south span of the state. And it is impressive how often I’m near one of them around lunch or dinner.

I’m not sure who was more excited, the hoomans, the cat or the crab toy.

Tonight, laundry, repacking and, tomorrow, more traveling.


1
Dec 15

“You ever fought a dinosaur, kid?”

So we’re back at it again. Another late, late night in the newsroom. This was the view when it was still daylight outside. I did make it outside at some point. Some days it is difficult to know for sure, but here is documented evidence:

Sometime I think I should walk around to trees and just start yelling “Quitter!” at them. That wouldn’t be strange. Would that’d be strange? That’d be strange. Right?

A few more photos from the weekend. We ride bikes through here. It looks different at dusk and at different speeds. And it is dark enough and we’re fast enough here and I was maybe just hasty enough that it makes everything look soft and blurry and distant. But look at those colors:

We went to the movies this weekend. We saw Creed, which was emotionally impactful in ways that I wasn’t expecting. And no one saw that happen, either, since The Yankee didn’t glance over at entirely the wrong time or anything. It had nothing to do with an aging Rocky or mortality, but probably had something to do with thinking of Mickey Goldmill. (Did you know there’s a story about Mickey being written? You want this one to make it.)

Walking out of the theater this little girl saw this poster and walked up to it.

“What’s this movie about, Mommy?”

Mom walks over, reaches down for her hand and says “You wouldn’t like it.”

Don’t worry, kid, no one is going to like this one.

This weekend we also learned that Allie likes cupcakes, or at least the paper.


6
Nov 15

I’ve thought it over

Yesterday I asked where you’d like to be right now? My first thought was my bike. Then I wandered off into some Homer by memory and my contractually obligated Publilius Syrus reference of the month. It was a solid idea and I stand by it.

But also, I have a few other options worth of considering. And this time, no poorly remember Greek

This one’s easy. Who doesn’t love the ocean?

ocean

This one is in Oregon, in the woods on the path to the ocean. This is the place I think about when I recall, with fondness, our trip to Oregon. The whole visit was terrific, as my travels usually are, but the views were spectacular. And Oswald West State Park was one of my favorites:

Oregon

Some people are beach people. Some people prefer the mountains. I like the woods. And if there are woods going to the beach … well, that’s just not something we often have in my part of the world, but that’s two pretty great environments that I’m happy to enjoy. So Oswald West is always a contender in my “Where would you rather be?” contest.

And this one, which is more representative than specific. It is a simple pasture wrapped around a quiet country road in north Alabama. Just a pretty view. I was there on one Saturday, 2006, while The Yankee was teaching a class and I was killing time enjoying a spring morning. Once you look past the ditch, everything from the fence to that big lazy foothill of the Appalachians is worth taking in and visiting often:

pasture

So, where would you like to be?


16
Aug 15

Catching up

We went to a wedding last night. A dear friend, a sister that should be. We’ve known each other for 12 years and she’s just about the sweetest, nicest, hardest working person you could ever hope to meet. I’d go on and on. She’d hate that. Anyway, Elisabeth and Chris said things in front of people and signed documents and now it is official.

They’re a sweet couple and they had a lovely wedding and a terrific reception.

Everyone just went on and on about it, as they do. And we all enjoyed meeting the people that helped shape the people we were there to celebrate. It was pretty much what these things should be. And delicious food. Also, there were rubber duckies:

Here’s the shirt from yesterday’s race. Awesome design, very yellow.