Category: road trips

Moments that mean “Beach Vacation.”

  Having no idea whatsoever of the time. A margarita - and then another one. Donuts with breakfast and chips with lunch. Classic board games. Ordering your afternoon like this: walk - nap - run - shower - wine. Another load of towels in the washing machine. A layer of stickiness that can only be … Continue reading Moments that mean “Beach Vacation.” →

Seen all over the TU

I had a pretty busy weekend. If you have any doubt of that, check out the timesunion.com homepage from earlier today. In the upper left hand corner, there's my Seen gallery from Friday night's Dave Matthews Band show at SPAC. Hitting at least one show at Dave's annual two night stop in Saratoga is a tradition for … Continue reading Seen all over the TU →

Running out of my comfort zone – and county

I've been a member of ARE for maybe a year or so and, other than my recent forays into their (our?) Thursday Night Summer Trail Series, I haven't really participated in much. Last week was a crazy, busy week for me with an activity or event every single night other than Monday, which ended up … Continue reading Running out of my comfort zone – and county →

Fathers – the ones we have and the ones we don’t

I went to mass the other day. It was in my hometown in the same church where I made my first communion, attended catechism classes and impatiently sat through midnight mass on Christmas Eve eager to only get home and open a single gift, as was our custom. I was there to accompany one of … Continue reading Fathers – the ones we have and the ones we don’t →

Mountain Jam packed with good vibes

Have you ever had a day when the universe lets you know that you must be doing something right? You know, everything just goes your way, from the weather to the drive to the food you eat and the people you meet..every single thing just goes your way. For me, that was yesterday in a … Continue reading Mountain Jam packed with good vibes →

What home feels like

Memorial Day weekend probably seems like the ultimate cliché when it comes to traveling a couple of hours (or more) to revisit one's childhood. Not to take anything away from our nation's true heroes, but surviving our teenaged years in the small village of Greenwood Lake made us veterans of an entirely different sort. Since … Continue reading What home feels like →