December 2008
22 posts
On the PA Turnpike. Ready to be off the road.
Whirlwind tour of the High Water Mark at Gettysburg. Would’ve been nice to spend more time, but it was a detour.
Getting some real food after snacking instead of eating lunch made me sick. Junk food may taste good, but it don’t feel good.
Persian lunch in old city, Philly. Turkish coffee on its way. Could’ve had hookah if we were smokers.
At Christchurch; Can smell the coffee one block away. Could it kill my onion breath?
Licking the seeds and sweet grit out of my teeth.
Grits, pancakes with chocolate chips, & good coffee.
Descended from the cold of Connecticut through the fog of New York and New Jersey into the ‘burbs of Philly. Will be in 60’s tomorrow.
Leaving for Philly, but not before the Last Breakfast — whatever it is, it’ll be tasty!
The eating has been good… best home cooking of anyplace I’ve been. Great beer, too!
SOMEbody ate all the cookies!
Pusser’s Rum, Dogfish Ale 120, cheese & salami platter… Yorkshire pudding in the works
Dishes… dishes… mounds of dishes… what a wonderful scullery maid I’d have made…
Confusing my system with a full tumbler of rum, followed by a muddy river of coffee.
Writing… god, how I love it!
Lots of childhood pix of ianmclaury and his friends, like Allen before he was taller than everyone, and Shannon et. al. playing video games.
Congratulations! I expect pix of the lucky recipient are imminent.
Drinking German beer and putting up the “7 ft Noble Fir”, with the smoky smell of burning hardwood in our nostrils.
My toast to 2008: http://dandelife.com/story/55477
My story of getting lost in New Jersey on our way from Pittsburgh to Connecticut: http://dandelife.com/peahayes/blog
Reflecting on the good things about 2008. I have much for which to be thankful.
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An unpleasant surprise
After watching the surreal “Being There”, with Peter Sellers as a child-like man who the world comes to perceive as a financial genius, I wandered across the street to the flagship store of Borders Books and Music. Borders began in Ann Arbor. When I arrived in 1988, it was a thriving intellectual hangout. There were floor to ceiling books, with shelves and people packed close together.
Then...