Mountain (without the) Jam

Last year's memories of Mountain Jam are a bit tainted. I'd had a really rough morning, thanks to my middle son, and my early afternoon proved that the day could, in fact, become even worse. As always, my friends pulled me through that day and were once again on hand this year to replace any … Continue reading Mountain (without the) Jam

Two Step while trying not to step in anything disgusting

For the second year in a row my middle son and I went to both nights of the Dave Matthews Band's pretty much annual stop at SPAC.  As always, Carter smiled continuously as he banged the drums and Dave praised the crowd and venue.  We had a good time and I got some great crowd … Continue reading Two Step while trying not to step in anything disgusting

New York City, just like I’m picturing it

I'm getting kind of excited about spending some untethered time in NYC.  I feel like circumstances are aligning.  The sun is expected to shine in mild blue skies.  The moon will be nearly full and, I predict, spectacular.  I have a good idea about what I'm going to wear (cutoff shorts with footless tights, flat … Continue reading New York City, just like I’m picturing it

Schooled in cheese.

Over the years, I've learned a lot about cheese.  My earliest cheese memories center around my regular lunch order - Muenster on white with mayo.  Simple, a bit tangy and the perfect balance to my other standard sandwich option, liverwurst.  What can I say?  I was raised by a German mother. As I aged, I … Continue reading Schooled in cheese.