Thoughts, experiences and adventures from a resident of DelSo aka Delaware Avenue South in Albany, N.Y.
I had briefly mentioned that N. and I had spent some recent time in North Adams, MA. I’m back now with all the deets, because you just might want to take some notes and replicate the experience we had. It was really that good. Honestly, though, I can’t remember which event came across my radar … Continue reading Pop (up) Art
As I sat on the deck on only the second Monday of my summer break, I was feeling kind of astounded by how much I’ve done already…I worked a couple of nights at The Aviary, drove to Wellfleet where I enjoyed 3 full days of activity, spent the day poolside at Victoria Pool as the … Continue reading 3 fantastic days on the outer Cape
In the next six weeks, I’ve got a lot moving parts to facilitate. Note that I did not use the word “manage.” This was a very intentional language choice. While I will internalize and stress about all of the balls up in the air, I refuse to pretend I have the ability to exert any … Continue reading Out of bandwidth
Picking up where I left off in Part I, it’s now time to start filling in some more details. One thing I’ve learned with experience is that it’s worth taking the time to do a bit of research before committing to specific dates and destinations. For instance, while it may make the most sense in … Continue reading Tripping, Part II
One thing I will never have false modesty over is my ability to plan a trip. What can I say? I'm just really good at it. This skill is one that I never would have anticipated developing back in the days when I relied upon a travel agent to book my simple flight from NYC … Continue reading Tripping – Part I
It’s hard for me to believe that little more than a week ago, I was in Wellfleet, in the house I’ve rented for the majority of the last 6 or 7 years. This dreamy, cottage-y house, just across a dirt path road from Herring Pond, is Jeter’s favorite summer place on earth. When it wasn’t … Continue reading The boy of summer
Nearly four weeks after I arrived, I was sitting on a plane on the jetway waiting for a delayed takeoff. Funnily enough, I didn’t mind the delay because it gives me longer in Italy. You would think after a month I’d be more than ready to go home, but with each city or town I … Continue reading Studying Italian
