My former Boss Michael asked for a favor, which happened often. He was the manager of Sales at a luxury hotel and I used to be his catering manager. “I left because I wanted time off. I seem to be working for you just as much, only I don’t have the corporate benefits,” I said only half-jokingly.
It’s been a few years (OK, maybe close to 20) since I had inline skates and drove the residents of the golf community crazy as I skated through their precious golf course along the paved cart path. But when my Cardiff Skates arrived I decided to get young again. At least that’s what my mind said. My legs and muscles, not to mention my sense of balance on the other hand were not quite as enthusiastic. Still, the look of the skates with the outboard ‘training wheels’ boosted my confidence.
Driving my Lincoln along the North Coast of Oregon, there was no shortage of breathtaking vistas. I had traveled extensively along the Eastern Seaboard and found this particular stretch of highway 101 more wild and undeveloped than the right coast. I pulled off and found myself in a speck of a town called Wheeler. Options were limited as I sought out a place to have a libation. A sign with a rusty anchor hanging off one corner and a beer advertisement below read Sam’s Dry Dock. I had found my spot.
Traveling to Oregon for a friend’s reunion was something I looked forward to for the better part of a year. A group of us attended Stanford in the mid- 90’s and for the most part we ended up on the West Coast. I relocated to Boston and decided to rent a house for a week outside of Portland; making a vacation out of it. I invited six friends and their plus ones to my rental for a dinner party.
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Bright lights in a big city. I had been to a Broadway show, gone to the top of the Empire State Building and been to the Statue of Liberty. Being a tourist in one of the world’s capitals was exhausting and I was looking for a spot to rest. I needed to re-charge my batteries before tackling the Museums. My hotel bar was a convenient spot and was bustling with tourists like me. I took a seat at the shiny mahogany bar; the place had a clubby feel and soft jazz played from the speakers. I looked around and spotted a well- dressed man sipping a martini.
Spending the holidays in Arlington MA with close friends was a delight. The Boston skyline was within view so I decided to take the train into the city. For two weeks, family and friends would surround me and it did me good to spend a day exploring on my own. Boston’s shopping opportunities were world class, with places like Faneuil Hall, major department stores and discount outlets. I could buy roasted chestnuts, shove a few bucks in a red kettle and listen to carolers who seemed to be on every corner. One of my favorite places in the world; and I’ve been around is the Boston Public Library (BPL). After spending a couple of hours of enjoying the archives, portrait art on display and the architecture of the building itself, I would enjoy a drink in the Prentiss Pub. A wall of windows in front make it great for people watching.
I made this bacon pie a couple years ago and it was a hit... not that I was surprised of course. It had plenty of bacon in it. I'm about to make it again and this time I'll add a couple ingredients that will spice it up a bit. I expect it will disappear just as quickly as the first iteration so this time I'm taking a couple pieces for myself before the rest of the gang gets hold of it.
A wine and cheese party can be a fun way to relax and make new friends. It’s also a great way to lower your blood pressure. Cheese and wine parties are great for large get-togethers. Make it lots of fun by having every guest bring a bottle of wine and an exotic cheese. It’s a fantastic way to try new wines and cheeses … and a perfect conversation starter. A cheese and wine party is also the perfect way to relax … both yourself and your arteries. Wine is good for lowering blood pressure … and so is cheese.
Key West FL was the perfect getaway in United States that had a feeling of being somewhere else. It had a vibe that drew a complex character like Hemingway to its shores. Key West was in itself a complex place. I ended up travelling to the southernmost point in the United States when I needed to escape from my aging parents on Marco Island. I had gone for a visit and both the Lincoln and I needed a change of scenery.
My drive across the heartland was lonely. It was nearing 10pm and I pulled the Lincoln into a Nebraska truck stop on I-80. I was near the town of Big Spring, which was no more than a dot on the map. I pulled into the parking lot of Naley’s Truck Oasis, between two big rigs. One was carrying a tarped load of hay and the other had an empty flatbed. I planned to do what they were doing and grab a drink before I slept in my vehicle until dawn.
I found myself on the cusp of a foreign country in one of the most patriotic cities in the western U.S. San Diego was a Navy town with men and women in uniform around every corner. My name is Cecil T. Wulfe. It wasn’t my favorite city because the weather was too perfect. I am fair skinned and the sunshine wasn’t good for my health. I also felt pressure to appear happy all of the time because of the climate. I craved somewhere to wallow in my “rainy day” mood.