Pooh had it easy.
When he got hungry, he set his sights on the nearest honey pot. I’m not so easily satisfied, particularly on the road, always prowling for THE MEAL, one that becomes symbolic of the trip itself. It borders on OCD and bothers my family to no end, particularly my youngest, who would choose Chili’s-any place, any time. Continue reading
“Almost all U.S. airports are utterly barren of things to do. The dirty little lunch counters are always choked with permanent sitters staring at their indigestible food. . . The traveler consigned to hours of tedious waiting can only clear a spot on the floor and sit on his baggage and, while oversmoking, drearily contemplate his sins.”
Airport conditions haven’t changed much since this article was published in Fortune in 1946. Except for the smoking. Now smokers are confined to those glass rooms, a human terrarium. I always feel a bit sorry for them, especially when kids stare and point, like they’re caged zoo animals. Continue reading
“Country auction tomorrow night. Interested?” The text was a simple invitation from my sister-in-law Lynn. Interested? She had me at country.
If your summer travel plans include NY’s Central-Leatherstocking Region (Cooperstown’s Baseball Hall of Fame, Howe Caverns, Turning Stone Casino) do yourself a favor and detour through Oneonta (Exit 16 off of I-88). Currently operated by the grandchildren of the original owners, Brooks’ House of Bar-B-Q serves abundant quantities of ribs, beef and, arguably, the best chicken in upstate New York. Continue reading
