My neighbor Josie organized a progressive dinner, which had been going on for years. She assigned each house a course (apps, salad, entrée and dessert) and gave a theme to annual shindig. I was honored with serving an appetizer course and the theme was Spain. I didn’t know my neighbors well but they were nice enough.
I know we typically talk about craft beer here on Exuberation.com. And this weekend Budweiser is letting us all know that craft beer drinkers are still an elite group. But whatever your choice of activities, foods, and beverages - be sure to celebrate the last long weekend of Summer!
I rolled into The Big Easy on an August afternoon, dripping in sweat and in need of refreshment and A/C. My ’63 Lincoln Continental did not agree with the sweltering heat nor did I. I had been to Mardi Gras on several occasions, meaning to come back when it was more sedate. August was laid back but unbearably humid. I had just come off a work related road trip of the Deep South and made a mental note that it was not a part of the country that I should visit in the heat of summer. I parked in front of Abner’s before I even checked into my hotel. The plaque read, Est. 1915, Re-Est. 2006, which I knew meant Hurricane Katrina, had come calling but Abner’s bounced back from the destruction.
My experience with drones has so far been limited to a few toy versions but the photographer in me is always enticed by the beautifully smooth video shots created by people who have mastered the skills needed to actually fly a drone with a high resolution camera. Of course getting to that point requires a few things like time to practice, manual dexterity and hand-eye coordination, not to mention enough money to buy one of these units. But that’s changing and I’m trying to adventure to the realm of every-man droning by looking at advanced units at relatively low prices that incorporate lots of automation.
A call came from my friend Jason, who was stationed in India with his tech firm for a year and now he was back. He had no time and needed to throw together a quick dinner. They were not co-workers from India but Americans who expected he could whip up a good curry. My palms sweat when I thought of Indian cuisine as I had one bad experience with it and done a good job avoiding it. I couldn’t believe my response as the words flowed from my mouth.
I was off the beaten path as I hugged the shore of Lake Superior towards Duluth. I had about 100 miles to my destination but I had been on the road for six hours and I needed a break. I needed a drink and when I saw a quaint inn next to a café, I knew I had found a place to stay overnight.
“I need a room for tonight only and I don’t have a reservation.”
I’ve entered my third decade so when my college aged niece asked if I would help with a sorority picnic I jumped at the chance. They were a fun group of young women who had many challenges and opportunities ahead of them. I would enjoy being the wise voice of caution and inspiration. It was a warm time of year in South Bend Indiana and my niece Natalie chose an idyllic spot for the function.