It's times like this that make me understand the appeal of going to the theater to see a movie. Or three. I don't often get to the movies for a film that is anything other than rated PG, but during my winter holidays, I found my way to the Spectrum three times for grown up … Continue reading Running to hide in the dark
Category: Delaware Avenue
Don’t cook tonight!
How about eating for a good cause instead? New World Bistro & Bar is generously donating 15% of tonight's sales to the DelSo's very own Normanskill Farm. Why not save that bunch of kale and box of Annie's for another night and instead head to NWBB for something a bit more interesting? The Normanskill Farm … Continue reading Don’t cook tonight!
A fall morning, Normanskill style
This place is so special. Feast your eyes on this morning's beauty...
Labor Day – sunshine and duck butts
After a summer spent working and vacationing, I elected to spend this holiday weekend, quietly at home. Friday night I ate al fresco at The Cheese Traveler, devouring my burger and merely indicating yes or no with the motion of my head. So good! Saturday, following a run, I ate at Mingle's bar very much … Continue reading Labor Day – sunshine and duck butts
The pretension of DelSo
I've been doing this DelSo thing for close to 5 years and have been called a couple of things. I think interesting is my favorite. Over at Tablehopping I, along with my neighbors, I suppose, recently earned the title "pretentious." Here - read it for yourself. What do you think? Was dubbing my little neighborhood … Continue reading The pretension of DelSo
Baby, you can drive my car
I bought my first car when I was 20. It was a 1973 Volkswagen wagon, a model in which the engine was still in the rear of the vehicle making the large space under the front hood a deep trunk perfect for road trips. Sadly enough, the powder blue jalopy took me on only a … Continue reading Baby, you can drive my car
The speed of sound
One of the things I most miss about being on vacation are the sounds - the remarkable buzz of the hummingbirds, the rhythmic pounding of the waves, the echo of my running feet on the sandy road. Each of those noises reminded me that I no longer was home in the DelSo and I grew … Continue reading The speed of sound
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