Thoughts, experiences and adventures from a resident of DelSo aka Delaware Avenue South in Albany, N.Y.
When I first started planning my brief time in Savannah, after purchasing my plane ticket, I solicited things to do over on Fodor’s travel board. Among the suggestions for places to dine, The Olde Pink House and The Grey were each mentioned multiple times. So, I booked at both. My Olde Pink House experience was … Continue reading The Grey, in black & white
Generally speaking, I found Savannah to be an absolutely lovely city populated with friendly people. The amount of ma’am-ing I received tickled me and I thoroughly enjoyed my time wandering around the historic district. I would come back here in an instant, perhaps a bit earlier in the year in time to catch the magnolias … Continue reading Savannah – delights and a disappointment
As I’ve learned to do when I travel, I checked the entertainment listings for the dates I’d be in Savannah to see what I might catch. I didn’t really see much that was appealing, with one significant exception - Brandi Carlile would be performing for two nights of my three night stay. That was a … Continue reading Humans in Savannah – a field report
I have a confession - I almost canceled my dinner reservation for this place after perusing some recent online reviews that were less than positive. Folks were complaining about reservations not being honored or food and service being subpar. It was over hyped and not that good, some said. I am so happy that I … Continue reading The Olde Pink House
Next up on my travel calendar is a quick visit to Savannah. While the south is generally off my list of places to visit, I had a airline voucher that I needed to use before it expired and honing in on a destination that was within a four of five hour flight, was a challenge. … Continue reading Georgia on my mind
One of the things I’ve recently noticed about my personal aging process, is that my coloring has changed. My hair, eyes and skin tone have all evolved into new and unexpected shades. I think the most dramatic alteration for me to accept and internalize has been the gradual change in my hair color. I am … Continue reading True colors
Since my divorce nearly 15 years ago, I haven’t wore rings very often. Beyond a tricolored three ring band, and my engagement ring and Tiffany anniversary band, that I occasionally wear because I love them, my hands generally remain unadorned. And I’m perfectly ok with that. Most of the time. Sometimes, though, I feel a … Continue reading Manifesting a ring
