Saturday, December 06, 2025

Chris Tomlin setlist

Westover Church

Carol of the Bells instrumental
Angels We Have Heard On High
Christmas Day
Emmanuel, God With Us
Hark! The Herald Angels Sing
Joy to the World
The Christmas Song
It's Christmas Medley
What a Wonderful World
Noel
The First Noel
Break
O Christmas Tree instrumental
He Shall Reign Forevermore
Our God
O Holy Night
Holy Forever
How Great Is Our God
Good Good Father
O Come All Ye Faithful
Silent Night








Wednesday, November 05, 2025

John Fogerty setlist

Venue: DPAC
Start time: 8:40
End time: 10:05

Bad Moon Rising
Up Around the Bend
Green River
Born On the Bayou
Who'll Stop the Rain
Lookin' Out My Back Door
Rock and Roll Girls
Run Through the Jungle
Joy of My Life
Fight Fire
It Came Out of the Sky
Keep On Chooglin'
Have You Ever Seen the Rain
Centerfield
Down On the Corner
The Old Man Down the Road
Fortunate Son

Encore:
Travelin' Band
Proud Mary

Sunday, September 28, 2025

Deep Down

1. I know I'm not good enough for Alexis.

2. I know none of my teams will ever win a championship while I'm alive.

3. I know my relationship with my father will never get past where it is. And that's on him.

4. I know no one will know me as good as my mother, even though she is infuriating at times.

5. I know this world is full of self-centered people who would quickly destroy others if they had to.

6. I know I have a career that I never really wanted. But it pays the bills and I don't loathe it, so it's ok.

7. I know my unique and dislikes make me a pariah. If people truly knew me, they would never accept me.

8. I know I could become an alcoholic. I just dread becoming certain relatives.

9. I know I will always be battling for acceptance from others, from God, and from myself.

10. I know my story somehow isn't over yet. I don't know why though.

Wednesday, September 17, 2025

NYC Pilgrimage

I woke up at 4:05 am on a Saturday. And it wasn't easy to do coming off a mere 4 hours of sleep. Then I picked up mom at 5 and we drove to the Triad airport outside Greensboro, as opposed to the nearby one Raleigh. The nonstop to LGA was just looking to be far more open. It took an hour and 20 minutes to get to the airport. I had to drop mom off at the terminal with her two large bags, since she was beginning 30 days on the road leading tours throughout New England. 

I chose to park in the Central garage. All along, I planned to park in Economy, but for 2 bucks more a day, why not? Plus I didn't want to wait on a bus to get me to the terminal either. 

So GSO is not the most efficient airport in existence. The ticket counter line was moving brutally slow line. The usually efficient bag drop line was more of a bag drop/rebooking line. We did get through and actually got the last two seats. Terry standby passengers didn't make it on. One thing's for sure, I don't miss flying regularly on the smaller American Eagle planes.

Flight was smooth, luggage no issue. We stayed at the Fairfield Inn in Astoria. Thankfully, they do offer a free shuttle from the airport. Unfortunately, our room was not ready at 10:30 am. So after an hour of sitting around waiting for word that it would be ready, we left our luggage at the front desk and headed towards the One Bite Pizza Festival on Randall's Island.

We had to take the M60 bus west into Harlem and then connect to another bus back east to get to the island, which is located between Manhattan and Queens. It was supposed to be the X80 express bus, except it never showed up. So instead, we and about 40 other people took the M35 bus, which still got us to the festival. 

Now there were about 40 pizzerias in attendance, from New Haven, Boston, Pittsburgh, Philadelphia, New York City, New Jersey, Chicago, Michigan, even Hot Springs, Arkansas and Garland, Texas. All the Pepsi was free, and I got through 1.5 cherry Pepsis before I was dying for a sip of water. Unfortunately, each 16 oz bottle was 4 bucks; I do think a filling station would've made sense. They also had a few other food samples like sausage and nearly raw green pepper on a stick, pesto pasta, and a mozzarella stick with marinara. Oh and I also scored two free containers of Italian seasoning and green Chile flakes!

But back to the pizza. I'm pretty sure I tried 20 pizzas. After about pizza number 9, they start to blend together. But my 3 faves were Frank Pepe from New Haven, Prince St from NYC, and Lupo from Pittsburgh. I was incredibly let down by Modern Apizza from New Haven though. I'd heard a lot about it, but it didn't come close to Frank's. 

I did grab a free cherry Italian ice and Ferrara's cannoli on my way out too. The challenge was getting back to the hotel. First, it was hard enough finding the Uber spot. We did not want to take the bus back into Harlem just to take another one in the opposite direction to Queens. Besides, our hotel was only three miles away from the festival site. How hard could that be? 

Here's how hard. 4 Uber drivers canceled on us and we canceled on one other because he took at least 6 wrong turns in 20 minutes. With each cancel, my answer was rising and rising. Finally one guy picked us up and took us back to the hotel. I was just drained. I was so happy to get in the hotel and just take my shoes off. 

After an hour so of rest in the room, we headed for dinner.  We chose a Greek restaurant that mom found called Lokoumi Tavern. We got a table near the street, to paraphrase Billy Joel. A basket of fresh pita bread with some oil and vinegar for dipping. I came to realize that these restaurants give out the pita bread so you'll order a dip for it like tzatziki, or hummus, or eggplant.

We ordered the chargrilled octopus. I liked the smokiness, but it was a touch dry. I used some of the provided lemon wedges and that did help. But octopus is hard to cook just right, where it's tender. We never have found octopus on the level of Costa Rica. The Greek salad was very refreshing; I needed some veg after all that pizza! Tomatoes, red onions, cucumbers, black olives, triangular pieces of feta cheese over some shredded greens. Good stuff. I still don't know if our waiter was a man or woman. The voice was deep, the haircut was masculine, the name was Jeannie...I have no clue. And the other thing, why is the BO so pronounced? I'm sorry, but it's really a thing!

And so came Saturday. I got a quick lift done in the gym. Allie, one of the hotel clerks, was so cute. And she's from Greensboro. She's planning to be an actress. all the best, because she was a sweetheart.

Anyway, for breakfast, Mom and I wanted some real NY bagels. So I found Brooklyn Bagels on Ditmars Blvd and they have several locations throughout the city. I took 15 minutes to walk there and another 15 to walk back. Much to my disappointment, they got both our sandwiches wrong. They left the American cheese off one sandwich. On the other sandwich, I got an everything bagel when I wanted a poppy bagel. The sandwiches still tasted wonderful, but despite me ordering online, they still weren't made as we requested. 

We streamed church from the hotel room. I then left and took the Q19 to Citifield for Mets vs Rangers. Unfortunately, Mom stayed in the room to work on tour prep. I think I left in the seventh inning, once the bullpen started to give the game away. Thankfully, the Mets did win in extra innings. Foodwise, I loved the pastrami sandwich; I never go to the stadium without getting one. The Nathan's hot dog with mustard was just right. And I took down 2 huge spiked Arnold Palmer cans.

For dinner, we went to another Greek restaurant, this one was Telly's Taverna. We had a table on the street, just just near the street. We split the whole red snapper, which they served with a bottle of lemon infused olive oil. And that was really it. A little overly crusty bread, but that was good. Sure I could've eaten more, but I felt content. Until they brought out the eight free donuts drizzled with honey and cinnamon, or loukoumades. Yes I said free. I think I took 6 of them down by myself. We also split a carafe of Greek red blend wine. So it was fish, wine, bread, and donuts. Very Biblical meal.

Mom had to leave early on Monday to catch her plane to Boston. So once she left, and I had everything to myself, I used the elliptical for about 3 miles. I'm not even sure why, considering how much walking I knew I'd be doing that day. No, I knew I could use a little cardio after all I'd been eating. And my right Achilles is still tighter than I would like, so I don't plan to run again for a couple of weeks. 

After breakfast and a shower, I took the W line to the Battery, the southern tip of Manhattan. If the weather is good, I always ride the Staten Island Ferry. Two free rides, about 25 minutes each. It's an easy hour to kill with plenty of great photo opps. Bridges, the Statue of Liberty, the NY skyline. And more than that, after spending two days in such crowded congested neighborhoods, the feeling of traveling in the water was so freeing.

I then took the W line back to Canal St to the Feast of San Gennaro. I started with a chargrilled Italian sausage and peppers sammich from Lucy's. About a footlong too! This is pretty much a rite of passage at this festival. Not getting an S&P is like going to New England and not getting seafood. I also got a bowl of meatballs with a little bread for $10. They were good, but really, they needed some extra grated cheese, and maybe a little fresh basil. I also took down a fresh Arnold Palmer for ten bucks. I really only spent a little over an hour at the festival. Once I was done, I was gone. My issues were there were very few places to sit and eat and I also could not locate a single restroom. And I had a good 32 oz of Arnold Palmer in me. So when I did eventually get to a men's room in Bryant Park, let's just say I was very relieved. 

Then came trips to the NHL store, NBA store, and MLB store. And I wound up buying nothing at any of the stores. After getting a new hat at the Mets game the previous day, I decided I'd made enough 40 dollar purchases. I did see a nice Rangers 3/4 zip pullover, but no way was I spending 120 dollars for it.
As I referred to earlier, I always enjoy stopping by Bryant Park, sitting down, and doing some people watching. I took a seat in front of the fountain and just took it all in while playing some music. 

With all the crazy going on in the city, meaning the car horns, the random yelling, etc, I felt a need for a little quiet so I walked into St Patrick's Cathedral and spent some time in a pew in prayer. I may not be Catholic, but I'm thankful to be able to go into a church like this and refocus and recalibrate. 

Before exiting Manhattan, I had to stop by Junior's in Times Square to have the best cheesecake on earth. I sat at the bar and opted for the apple crumb cheesecake. Just remarkable, especially with those cinnamon streusel crumbs on top. I also ordered a turkey and pastrami sandwich for the road. I didn't think about it at the time, but I should have asked for Swiss cheese on it too. And sadly, no pickles in my order. But the man working the bar was super cool, he gave me some good recommendations, he kept my beverage glasses full. 

Then came 30 minutes back to Astoria and a 15 minute walk back to the hotel. Sadly, Ally was not there. So I took the shuttle early and got to the airport much sooner than I needed to. I think I was through security around 4:45, so I had about 3 hours to kill before boarding. And I swear I wanted a drink to help my relax and to help pass the time. Maybe it's a good thing I'm tight with my money because I can't justify spending 14 bucks for a Coors light. 

Thankfully I got a first class seat on the plane and had a nice Woodford bourbon and ginger ale. As I type, I'm waiting for the gruff flight attendant to ask me if I want a second round. 

Update: I did get a second round, but it happened right before we began the landing process. I think I managed to get half of it down.

Saturday, August 30, 2025

10 mile race

As I sit here in my car in a Virginia Beach parking lot at 7:00 p.m. on a Saturday night, I'm exactly 12 hours from beginning the most difficult race of my life. 10 miles on the Virginia Beach oceanfront. It's crazy to think that I'm trying this. I didn't start running until I was in my early 30s and that's about the time a lot of people are quitting. The reasons are vast but other things come up. Maybe that's why in my mid-40s I'm still able to go, it's that I didn't get a very early start.

I've actually tracked the 12 weeks of training and how far I've run and if I leave out elliptical runs as well, I would still have over 192 miles of training over the last 12 weeks. If I added other types of walks and elliptical runs you could add another 30 miles on to it. 

And I'm starting to think why am I doing all this. Everybody does this thing for different reasons whether it's to get in better physical condition, whether it's to set a new PR, whether it's to prove something to themselves, whether it's to challenge what they are capable of, hey, maybe some people just do it on a dare. And I think for me, a part of it is proving that I am capable of accomplishing new things. There are some battles I have conquered and there are a lot of battles that I continue to struggle with every single day. But for right now, as long as God lets me, running is something I can control. I can tune out all the distractions, all the noises, all the critics, all the bad influences in the world, and it's just me and my music. Nobody is going to get in my way. 

Maybe solitude has a little something to do with why I run. Maybe it's an intense form of meditation or prayer, and that might even sound like an oxymoron but the more I think about it, the more it seems to make sense. So from the beginning my goal was under 90 minutes. I have not run 10 miles at a given time at any point in my training but I have hit 9 Mi twice. And each time I've completed that in about an hour and 16 minutes which would have me on that pace. 

But now I head into the outdoors, I head into the wind. There will be a lot more obstacles but I do believe the hardest obstacle I will have to overcome is my own doubts. 

So maybe what it comes down to is I want to prove to myself that I can accomplish things I didn't know that I could. I don't know if I have another 10-miler in me after this, it may be a one and done? I really don't know. But at least I can say to myself that I did it. 

And it's not about bragging to other people, I know I'm not doing it for anybody else's approval. And that's important because you cannot win the approval of everybody. 

The older I get the more fickle I realize people can be. Yes people can have the best intentions in the world but they have the wrong lives they have their own priorities and you can't do it for outside glory. Peace with myself to be the best version of myself. And I hope I'm getting closer to that as time goes on. I know this, I have new reasons to be a better version of me. I don't think I'm ready to go into detail on it just yet though.

So I look forward to around 8:30 a.m. on Sunday when I cross that finish line, well, actually it'll be a finish bump since the tape will already be gone. And I guess the most important thing is not a specific time, it's the hope that I found my pace, kept it, and finished. I would be satisfied with that.

Hebrews 12:1-2

Tuesday, August 12, 2025

Midwest-Day 3

I woke up at 5 am for what was supposed to be a 9 mile run. Well I knocked out 8 miles, so now this coming week, I need to get 9 to get ready for the 10 miler at the end of the month. That Rocky music really does help. 

Sweating profusely and breathing heavier than Yokozuna I cleaned up and checked out and had breakfast at Corner Bakery Cafe. The Sonesta had a grab and go with apples, milk, maybe a breakfast bar. Truthfully, there was nothing at all that I wanted. At CBC, I had the Anaheim scrambler and yogurt and berry parfait, the latter of which I took for the road. I knew it wasn't the best idea to stick it in a hot car for a few hours, but it was the risk I took.

I started with a drive to Fond du Lac, where I walked on the southern shore of Lake Winnebago. I think the main reason I wanted to visit FDL is because it's mentioned in the song "I've Been Everywhere." Then I proceeded a half hour north up route 45 into OshKosh and then up to Appleton. 

A priority on this trip was to visit the Hearthstone House. Now this is a historical house, built by Henry Rogers, and it's the first house in American to run on water-powered electricity. It uses some of Thomas Edison's system, so factoring in I grew up in Edison NJ and lived on Hearthstone Drive, it had some personal feeling for me. Most of the house was in the style of the 1880s with the decor and furniture. Queen Anne architecture, they said, I can't give specifics on this. But downstairs in the basement is more of the museum with interactive exhibits. There's even a cycle you can pedal to power up the room, it even makes a Thomas Edison figurine start to dance. It's kinda bizarre, but it is fun. Our tour guide was very knowledgeable and friendly.

I wanted to eat before arriving in Green Bay, so I went to Jersey Mike's for a Cancro Special. I know it's not local, but I used my points and got my sub for free. All I paid for was my black cherry tarragon soda. 

Thirty minutes later, i arrived in Green Bay. It was an ominous trip though. About 10 minutes away from town, I could see lightning bolts in the distance. I'd checked the forecast previously and it called for a brief reprieve of rain before it was to resume around 7 pm, the start time of the football game. 

My friends Tommy and Karen asked me to meet them at Hinterland, a brewery across the street from the stadium. Now it was around 1:30 in the afternoon, more than 5 hours before the start of the game. But certain roads around the stadium were already closed off. I basically circled the wisdom before finding my way into the lot. I did have to explain to the attendant that I would only be there a few minutes and I was driving some friends. He told me to be out by 3. 90 minutes seemed more than fair. I said hi to my friends and enjoyed a Jamaican style beer with some mint and coconut and pineapple. It was excellent, not too sweet or bitter or heavy. Great balance, one of the best beers I tried all weekend. The rain was coming down on and off while we were inside. After about an hour, we left. First, we drove to the original City Stadium on the east side, where the Packers played until 1957. Now it's just a revamped high school field. 

We also went to the Lombardi House at 667 Sunset Circle, where Coach would host parties after games. It's not right on the Fox River, but it can be walked to in a few minutes. Just a simple one story house, very typical of Green Bay. That's the thing with this town. It's just over 100,000 people, but they don't really have a rich section or poor section. It's kept incredibly clean, and it feels so communal. 

After dropping off Tommy and Karen, I checked into the Bay Motel, about a mile and a half northwest of Lambeau. It was well kept up, a small room, but it was clean. And at least I had a fridge and microwave, which I didn't have in my previous hotel in Milwaukee. As I was unpacking, I could hear the rumbling of thunder outside. I spread the shades and the rainstorm was real. Huge puddles were forming outside. I was scheduled to catch a free shuttle from outside the motel that would take me to the stadium. But with the weather issues, it never came. There I was with 10 other folks, standing outside in the misty rain looking at a hill, hoping a bus would come. So instead, I got a Lyft for about 8 bucks. I had Mike, the driver, take me to the Stadium Club, one of the more popular bars in town. It was packed, the music played loud. After a mediocre brat, Wisconsin lager, and a Miler High Life, we headed with Crazy Sam and his girlfriend to another bar I can't recall the name of. At this point the Fireball shots started flowing.

The street we walked down was Armed Forces Road, the direction was west. We went past Ray Nitschke Practice Field. Past the Don Huston Practice Center. Past the Bart Starr statue. Post the Armed Forces tribute monument.

As we walked closer, we could hear the live band playing at the Johnsonville Tailgate area. We made our way into that Tailgate area, which was also slammed. I passed on the food and had a Paloma made with Casamigos Reposado.

The Packers drum line was also playing right outside, it reminded me of a college football atmosphere more than a pro football atmosphere. 

And there it was. Lambeau Field. Dark green paint, classic bricks. It's really a beauty. Just a wee bit nicer than the eyesore my team plays in. 

We entered through the Fleet Farm entrance gate, one of the many that the stadium has. They'll never sell the stadium naming rights, so they have about 9 gates, all with different sponsor names attached. My seat was in the lower bowl in the southeast corner, Section 132, row 46, seat 10.

It was Jets at Packers. Don't tell me that it was just preseason. The principle remains. I never thought I would get to see a game at this historic site. But I got my chance. Unbelievable experience. 

And from the time I got to the first bar, the fans were very cool, a little ridiculous at times, that can certainly happen after 20 Miller Lites. But incredibly friendly. They would come up to me in my Jets jersey and just start a conversation. Now many other cities in America would that happen time after time after time?

The game went great, a 30-10 win for the Jets. And go figure, it never rained after the game started! Afterwards, I went to another bar, and took down some Texas BBQ wings and beers. The wings had a nice space to them, and they were more glazed, I like that they weren't drowning in sauce. The issue is they were overcooked, to the point that the meat basically crumbled in my mouth.

Was going to be a 2 mile walk back to the Motel, but I just happened upon that shuttle that never came pre-game. More conversations, more fun. What a day it was.

Monday, August 11, 2025

Midwest-Day 2

I slept till 7:20 and Oakley and Ranger were ready for me to wake up. I didn't hold Luca, who's under a year old. I just know he's not walking or talking yet. But I'm just not used to babies. that said, there were a number of times he just stared me down wondering what I was. About as much as I did was hold out my index finger and let him just grip it for a few minutes.

On my way I went into the Badger State. And there was only one place to go for breakfast: Frank's Diner in Kenosha. I've probably been there half a dozen times or more. I love their food, but also their snark and their sarcasm. And it's not a building, it's just a little train car with maybe 6 tables and 16 counter stools. Adds to the atmosphere with the tight quarters. I ordered the garbage plate, which includes 5 eggs, potatoes, peppers, and onion, plus I added with bacon, sausage, jalapeƱos, cheddar and mozzarella cheese. And of course, the homemade toast, made with yogurt, bran, and honey. And if I'm guessing, they only spread about 2 sticks of softened butter on the two slices. It was like getting a bagel  in New York City and they put two inches worth of cream cheese in between. 

Sadly, I skipped Elegant Farmer, I anted to get my apple pie, but there just wasn't enough time and I wasn't exactly ready to eat right away. Instead, I drove 45 minutes north to Milwaukee, stopping at 
South Shore Park for a brief walk. It wasn't incredibly special, but it was a chance to take a few pictures of some fountains and the shoreline.

Next, I went to the National Bobblehead Museum, which I didn't even know existed until the day before. For only 5 bucks, and they have 10,000+ bobbleheads, why not? They had bobbleheads of athletes, Presidents, comedians, actors, mascots, actors, religious figures, and so on. I did a scavenger hunt where I had to find a bobblehead for every letter of the alphabet. for the final two, I managed to use John Quincy Adams to fill in the Q and Xander Bogaerts for the X. and for that, I scored a free sticker. Sadly though, I couldn't find Waldo. Not even after I googled the picture of the Waldo bobblehead. The store is pretty limited on bobbleheads to take home, that's the one thing I wish was different.

At this point, I was ready for more food. And I'm sorry, but in Wisconsin, it's tough to get away with a chopped salad or a kale smoothie. It was Sobelman's for a huge burger. I ordered the Loser with Colby-jack cheese, smoked bacon, and buttery caramelized onions. Except I made it a Triple Loser. So instead of a 1/3 pound patty, I took down a full pound of burger. The bartender couldn't believe I would dare to order something like that, but he agreed. I also asked for extra pickle chips to help change up the flavors in my mouth and he came through, which was really cool of him. The New Glarus Spotted Cow beer tasted great, I hadn't had one in 8 or 9 years. And even though I tried to go easy on the fries during my trip, theirs were excellent, especially dipped in their jalapeno ketchup. Despite being a guy who never uses ketchup except for making a sauce, this is one ketchup I'd buy and keep in my kitchen.

I then went to Third Space Brewing, which I had only visited once, in 2017. I quickly realized it wasn't the same, just too many sexual flags hanging in the brewery. I had one flight and left. I was feeling pretty loaded anyway and my phone was draining so I decided it was time to check into the Sonesta hotel in west Milwaukee. There was a line of 7-8 people waiting to check in. I got Room 317, which was cool, it make me think of the verse in Colossians. I took a much needed shower while the phone charged, changed, drank a bottle of water and then headed to Miller Park for Mets vs Brewers. 

OK it's called American Family Field, but it's a stupid name. Put it this way, it's not distinctly Milwaukee like Miller is. At the ballpark, it was Hispanic night. I saw lowriders in the parking lot, the national anthem was performed Mariachi style. I had just one cocktail with peach and whiskey and that was it. 

As for the game, it was a typical disaster. Of course, the Mets hit 2 solo home runs to start off the game, but the entire time I was just waiting for the collapse to happen. And sure enough, it did. Kodai Senga can't even get out of the 5th inning. And it was a  3-2 loss, as starling Marte got thrown out at home plate to end the game. And the truth is I was out by the fifth inning. Francisco Alvarez grounded into an inning-ending double play and I knew they were going to lose and there was absolutely no point in watching it. Of course there was an incredibly hot blonde next to me but there was an engagement ring and I knew she was seeing me at my worst so I made sure not to have a single conversation.

The Mets went onto lose the next two and get swept, so thank God I was only there for one of the disasters. As good as the trip as, this was far and away the biggest nightmare I dealt with. 10 losses in their last 11 games and barely clinging to a wild card berth.

Midwest-Day 4

And it was Sunday, my last day of the trip. I got up at 6:15 and did a 3 mile run to Lambeau and back to the motel. It was humid, sort of the sticky midwest heat. After a much needed shower, it was breakfast at the motel restaurant. I had the Philly steak skillet with hash browns, sirloin steak, veggies, and pepper jack along with some sourdough toast. It was not garbage plate quality, but it still did the trick. And I was happy to get my 3 bucks off for staying in the motel. 

From there, I picked up Tommy and Karen and we drove to the Packers Hall of Fame, which is inside the atrium at Lambeau Field. It's a very well organized chronicle of the Packers, as one would expect
The best part was the Ice Bowl Theater where they show a film of the famous NFL championship game  between the Packers and Cowboys from 1968, though I think that theater should have been kept colder than the rest of the Hall. Just my humble opinion. They did have figurines of people bundled up with smoke coming out of their mouths. So they tried to create the atmosphere, at least.

All I really needed was about 45 minutes. We then went on the Classic Stadium tour, and there were probably about 50 people there.  The tour lasted about 60 minutes from the atrium to the Suite level and finally, the walk through the players tunnel onto the field. Well not quite the field itself. Just the outside padded area behind the end zone. And the bad part is no video allowed. Apparently the NFL has a rule where you can take video on gamedays, but not non-game days.

I went back to the motel and checked out. But before I left, I finally ate the yogurt and berries I'd saved from Corner Bakery the day before. And so began the 3 hour drive back to Illinois. There was some heavy rain on the trip, and part of the highway was actually flooded. I did get to Costco in Glenview in about 3 hours. And I could not believe that there was no wait for a gas pump in the middle of a Sunday afternoon. I also could not believe that gas was about 50 cents more per gallon in Illinois than Wisconsin. 

Then it was off to Portillo's in Niles, where I met my friends Q and Ryan. They didn't know each other, but I was glad two of my better friends got to meet. and I had the Italian beef sandwich, the big one with sweet peppers, hot peppers, and shredded cheddar. It's the best. 

Getting to O'Hare was brutal with three roads merging into the terminal traffic. Thankfully I was able to get off that road early to return my rental car. I'm glad Budget let me just park the car, leave the keys, and go. I got the the gate around 5:30, more than an hour before I needed to be there. All 14 standby passengers got on. Middle seat, an hour delay, it was fine. I spent most of the flight reading a book about Vince Lombardi's first season coaching Green Bay. It only seemed appropriate.

Mom picked me up and I was home about 11 pm. This laundry pile is going to be freaking huge!

Saturday, August 09, 2025

Midwest-Day 1

Up at 5 am to fly from Raleigh to Chicago for my vacation. It's amazing that it was still raining in North Carolina after it rained all of Wednesday. My Uber driver arrived 15 minutes early and I was crestfallen to see the Patriots sticker on his bumper. My first thought was there goes his tip. Anyway, it was pretty easy to get through RDU and I got my seat pretty easily as I figured I would. Last I checked there has been 6 opens eats and  was first on the standby list. 

After landing around 9 am, I rented my car from Budget through Costco. That line was way longer than any of the other rental car lines, they must have some good deals going on. Even Hertz and Avis had maybe 2-3 people on line, Budget was more like 25 people. And one family of 3 stayed at the same counter for 20 minutes, they would not get out. So they held the rest of us up. As for me, I was done in like 6 minutes.

I was given the choice of a few different cars: an SUV, a Prius (which I immediately turned down), but I went with the Silver Honda Civic Sport. I didn't even know until later that it had a Virginia license plate on the back. Pretty ironic. 

The weather was much better in the Midwest than back hone. Now there had been reports during the week about poor air quality due to the latest round of Canadian wildfires and the smoke working its way down into the northern part of our country. But there was nothing noticeable during my time in Illinois and Wisconsin.

Lunch was in Naperville at Crosstown Pub, one of the best wing joints in the country. And the wings are half off on Thursday, so that made it even better. I went with Chili lime dry rub, which is the perfect blend of heat and flavor. A little bleu cheese dip and I'm ready to go. Truth is I should have just gotten those. I also combined the Carolina Q mustard sauce and Mesquite BBQ dry rub. They had ran out of 3 Floyd's Gumballhead, so I went with a Revolution Anti-Hero. Had to go local. Just one beer was enough. The restaurant is a bit dingy, a bit beat up, but the quality of the wings is just so good.

Then I headed a little north to Wheaton, where I walked around Herrick Lake, a spot I walked many many times when I was a teenager. Took Hogan there a lot too. Had we had his ashes, that's probably where we would have sprinkled them. But then again, he didn't exactly love going IN the water. I completed 3.1 miles, which was one lap around the 0.75 mile lake and another 1.25 down one of the trails and then another 1.25 back to the rental car.

From there, it was driving by my old homes. Wheaton, Winfield, St Charles, They all have their memories. I lived in the first for 1 year, the second for 5, and the third for 14. It was a lot of years. I did make a detour to Wheaton Academy. I got to go inside the old alumni chapel which looks as basic and dilapidated as it did 25 years ago. I ran on my old baseball field, though it's not the same from when I was playing on it. Now they have field turf. And I know I do some running, but my legs are not equipped to handle the sudden starts and stops, plus sprints involved in playing baseball.

After a Target stop for water, Prime, baby carrots, etc, I had to get 2 hot dogs from Portillo's. No fries, just the dogs, dragged through the garden. I was acting in a disciplined manner, clearly. Such good dogs. The drive to Antioch took almost an hour and a half up Route 59. It's located on the Illinois and Wisconsin border, and it's where Matt and Mary Beth now live. I rang the doorbell and it took a few minutes for them to come to the door. I guess they had to get their baby Gianluca ready, plus restrain the dogs, Oakley and Ranger. I guess those are the 3rd and 4th dogs I encountered. Matt had told me they would give me a mug filled with baby carrots to feed Oakley and Ranger and that would help endear me to them. That's why I got a bag of carrots at Target, to help replenish the supply.

Well those nutjobs went through the whole mug. Took 15-20 minutes, but all of a sudden they warmed up to me. Oakley shed extensively, and I knew my allergies would set in, but I'd do it all over again. 

For dinner, we drove to Small Cheval in Rosemont. Basically a burger joint. I had the double cheeseburger with Dijonnaise, chopped onion, pickles, lettuce, and tomato. Also drank my can of  Gumballhead beer. We also got a box of half a dozen Stan's donuts (which was right next door), and later that night, I had their cinnamon glazed twist. Fantastic donut. 

Meanwhile, we watched 2 episodes of the documentary about MH370, the flight that went missing in the South China Sea and was never recovered. All the while, I was still petting Oakley and Ranger.

Sunday, July 06, 2025

DC-4th of July

On Friday, July 4, I woke up at 3:45 am and took the 6:10 nonstop from Raleigh to DC. I landed at Reagan Airport and for a change, I was carrying luggage on, so I didn't have to worry about baggage claim.

As I recall, this was my first time back in DC in exactly one year. Last time was 4th of July, when the Mets lost to Washington 1-0. Anyway, I hopped on the Yellow line of the Metro since it heads right to the Gallery Place/Chinatown station. I was able to get past the turnstile to get on the train, but when I arrived, I couldn't exit the station. My Metrocard didn't work. What's especially strange is I had added 15 bucks the previous day via online transaction but it wasn't showing up yet. The station manager at Gallery Place told me it could take 1-24 hours to show up. But when he tried to add money to my card, that option wasn't on the machine. My Metrocard was just dead. But then he told me that I could use my debit card instead. and it worked great, but in retrospect, I think I should have used a 3 day pass instead. For 17 bucks, it would have saved me around six bucks .

So my first stop was the Hampton Inn hotel, near the Convention Center and Chinatown. Only 3 blocks from the Metro, the location was excellent. Mom's room was on the 8th floor. She was leading a student tour of DC for the weekend so I had access to the hotel room for free. That's kind of how the whole trip got planned. But since she had her tour duties, I had most of the two days to do as I pleased. 

My first spot was the Navy Yard for Nationals vs Red Sox, an early 11 am start. And since the Mets weren't in town, I felt no nervousness about who was going to win. After getting off the Green line, I walked across the street to the Bullpen, the outdoor bar I always go to before a Washington game. They always have some live music and cornhole going on. I took down two peach vodka lemonades before heading into the stadium. then it was two happy hour Bud cans. And since it was the 4th of July, just like last year, I got a free 25 ounce Bud. That line took me about 3 innings to navigate! Around the 8th inning, with the Red Sox up by 9, I decided it was a reasonable time to leave.

I went over to Swizzler, local burger and chicken sandwich joint. I saw they had a location in the stadium, but I figured I'd wait until after the game. I had the spicy chicken deluxe sandwich with lettuce, tomato, dill pickles, pepper jack cheese and their spicy chicken sauce. and it comes on a Martin's potato roll that's been griddled. 

One of the best chicken sandwiches I've had in some time. Crispy skin, juicy meat, and good level of heat, but not overwhelming. I got the fries with spud sauce. They were nice and thick but they could've been just a little more crisp. Sauce was fine, it was sort of a burger/thousand island sauce. I drank an Arnold Palmer. Sadly, we couldn't get our own refills. On that hot July day, a second one would've been nice. Still an excellent place to go.

So I took the Green line back to the hotel to clean up and charge the phone. I walked south to the west Capitol lawn for the annual 4th of July concert. I'd never been to one but I know it's broadcasted on PBS every year. And it's free. I arrived around 5 pm and sat in the shade on the sticks for 3 hours. Gosh, I wish I could've had a chair. I had no food or drink, I really didn't know what I could or could not bring into the Capitol grounds. I did have my earbuds so I had plenty of music and I followed the end of the Mets' win over the Yankees. 

The elderly guy next to me left for a minute to get. Turns out it was to get some food for him and his wife. Now I did not see any concessions, only a few water fountains. But he brought me two cans of Brisk iced tea and a plain hot dog. As in just the sausage, no bun, no toppings. As hot and tired I was feeling, I can't recall the last time a drink tasted that right in that moment. And I can't recall the last time I drank a Brisk. But I'll remember this one. I don't think he paid for them, but it was still very generous. 

And it wasn't comfortable sitting on that dirt and those sticks. It seemed I was constantly adjusting my body position for hours. But I knew I needed to be out of the sun. Finally, the concert started at 8. And it was a pretty impressive lineup. Alfonso Ribiero hosted. Performers included Lauren Daigle, Temptations, Trombone Shorty, LoCash, Josh Turner, Yolanda Adams, Abi Carter, Beach Boys, and of course a full orchestra. There was even a section where the orchestra played a medley of all 6 armed force branches, even the Space Force. 

Now as for the fireworks, I didn't get a perfect view. I was standing so far over to the side, that part of the fireworks were obscured by the trees. But it was an excellent show as they lit up all around the Washington Monument. Then I walked 30 minutes through a hot summer night back to the hotel
Dinner wasn't even a thought. I just stopped at Walgreens for a cherry freeze Prime, Dasani water, and trail mix. I wanted to make sure I wasn't dehydrated before Saturday.

Then came Saturday. I woke up at 6:15 am. I ran 4 miles in the gym, as I'm still training for that 10 mile run in 8 weeks. A sweaty mess, I headed downstairs to hotel breakfast, which was 2 cheese omelets, a few potatoes, and a banana. I wanted to eat early before the high school kids came downstairs, which I figured would be closer to 9 am. 

So I cleaned up and took the red line to Friendship Heights, right near the DC/Maryland border.  Then I had to walk east on Military for 35 minutes just to get to Rock Creek Park. I had to take a hike before the actual hike! Military Rd is mostly a hilly, tree-lined residential road, so it wasn't too busy and it was shaded. 

Now the park, I'm not sure what the big deal was. All the travel people online were bragging that it is twice the size of Central Park. But this is not like Central Park. It's not flat, or open, nothing like that. It's more like the Appalachian Trail. Hilly and woodsy. If I'm going back, I'm wearing my hiking boots!
So I walked down one trail for a half hour to a spot called Peirce Mill, and yes that's spelled accurately. 
From there, I walked back west to the red line, though this was a much shorter walk, maybe 15 minutes. And a good portion of that beginning was way uphill. 

I had built up quite the appetite but an even more powerful thirst. There was only one place to go and it was Bub and Pops, my favorite sandwich spot in DC. And it was the first day of their new location
As I found out, the landlord tried to double their rent and so after nearly a year of issues, they moved out. Their new location further east near Union Station. So I took the Red line to the Noma section of DC. 

And it's a new spot with duckpin bowling, billiard tables, arcade games. And instead of ordering at the counter, they have two kisoks instead. I went with the Hebrew hammer with corned beef, turkey, roast beef, Swiss cheese, spicy mustard, slaw, thousand island, crispy local Italian semolina roll. I added a side of hot cherry peppers for 50 cents. Just a fantastic sammich. The crispiness of the roll was insanely good. crisp veg, hearty sauces, sharp cheese, good quality meats. 

Arlene, the mom of the main cook, chatted work me for maybe 10 minutes about the business. They  even recorded a video of me with my thoughts on the sandwich! 

My issue is some of these prices. I can accept paying 16 to 18 bucks for a big sandwich like I had. But it's everything else that bugged me. $3.50 for a bag of their chips. 3 bucks for a plain cola, plus a dollar for adding a flavor, and no free refills. 5 bucks for a side of pickles. They told me it was a good size portion, but come on, to get a sandwich like that, it's incomplete with no pickle.

Then it was time for my second religious experience. It was the Red line to the Blue to Federal Center and a one block walk to get to Museum of the Bible. 

And thankfully I was able to score a 25 percent discount off my ticket price. It was my third visit to this museum but I feel like it's a way of going to church. The history, the translations, the stories, the impact, the influence. I wish every Christian could go. And every Jewish person, every Muslim, every agnostic, and every atheist too. 

After that run, that walk, and all of it, my feet were just pounding. I needed some time in the hotel to recover before dinner. After taking the Green line, I wound up getting back to the Hampton Inn around 5 pm. Then we took the D80 bus to the Georgetown section to have dinner at Filomena, a legendary Italian restaurant. It felt very much like New York or Boston. I'm talking about the grandmothers making the fresh pasta right there in the window when you walk in. Then you walk down a flight of stairs and it's a step back in time. A very old school feel with dim lights, tuxedoed waiters, all with thick various accents. Aged furniture, the kind I would have seen in my grandparents house. I was looking for the couch covered in plastic. Huge old school cash register on the bar. Enormous dessert case. Sadly 90 percent of the desserts had chocolate in them.

Ok on to the order. We got a basket of thick cut bread, a little focaccia, some Italian, and some wheat. And the Italian bread was warm, thank goodness. It came with a dish of olive oil with parsley and I think they mixed in a little black olive in there, it had that kind of flavor to it. I got a side of two meatballs for myself. Very good meatballs, not overly large, but they were fine. Mom had linguini with shrimp, scallops, and lobster meat. The Sunday sauce was a little bit heavy, but the seafood was excellent quality and cooked perfectly. I had the rigatoni and sausage with vodka sauce. Three huge links of homemade sausage on top. Seriously, I barely finished my meal. It was to the point of deep breathing. Actually, I took one piece of the bread and a meatball back to the room and it was a fine mid day snack on Sunday. Dessert was not even an option. We got back and I just collapsed on the bed.

We were up Sunday at 530, and I was super groggy. I think I was still full from the night before. But we took the Yellow to Reagan Airport and flew to Charlotte. The nonstops to Raleigh were not looking good. Getting to Charlotte was easy. But getting on the flights to Raleigh was going to be much tighter. I wasn't worried since we had 7 flight options to Raleigh over the course of the day. And despite being on the bottom of the 14 person standby list, we still got on the 11 am. 

I'm glad mom's touring season is over for a while. But I'm worried with five doctors appointments coming this week, that things could change going forward 

Thursday, July 03, 2025

DMV Debacles

So it's been about one year since I moved from Newport News to Raleigh. I had heard horror stories about the DMV in North Carolina. It's not fun in any state, but in this one, it's a disaster. The state is growing and the staffing just isn't there. 

Well, the time had come to get my new license after a year of living in North Carolina. My Virginia license expires this year, at then end of July, which is my birthday. Now I had been able to set a DMV appointment for August 22. Just one problem. I have travel plans now during the second weekend in August. And as part of that travel, I have to rent a car. And if my driver's license is expired, I can't rent said car. That means I have to do a DMV walk in.

Now there are many DMVs in our fine state. On weekdays, they do appointments only from 7-12 and them walk-ins from 12-5. Then a few select DMVs have walk in hours from 8-12. So since my job let's me work half days on Friday, I thought let me just try this. Let me go over to the DMV right after work. 
5:40 am. Well I stood outside the office in line for 3 damn hours and I never got inside. Complete fail.

So then, I decided to try that coming Saturday. And I decided I would get there super early. Early before the sun even thought about coming up. I woke up at 5 am, had my yogurt and trail mix, and drove the ten minutes east to the Avent Ferry Shopping Center. 

By 5:30 am, the line was already forming. this time, I had a lawn chair, I had two books, a headset, a phone charger. I was ready. Stationary, barely moving for 2 and a half hours. That's just sitting, reading, watching videos, not really doing much of anything. Just wanting to get my damn license. But most of all, you try to not look at the clock. Because that only slows time down. 

Around 7 am, the DMV official guy started counting customers. I was #37. By the time the building opened, there were over 280 customers on line! 

So around 8:10, I got to the door. I had my documents ready in my forest green folder. Virginia driver's license, passport, voter's card, SS card, utility bill, and an insurance document. Everything I needed. Until the good ol' boy official asked for my proof of insurance. All I had was proof of liability insurance which was based in Virginia. Nowhere on the DMV website was it expressed I needed North Carolina car insurance. Not to mention it had to be printed. Couldn't go to a phone app. It had to be printed. 

And the truth is I never changed the insurance from Virginia, which I should have probably done. So what was I going to do? Argue? Yell? Cajole? Cry? Threaten? It wasn't going to make a difference, I left, and drove straight to the plasma bank to donate. Got some deliveries in, I made a little bit of money. But the task remained undone. 

Fast forward two days to Monday, June 9. I realized I had to print my insurance card since State Farm does not mail them automatically anymore. You can print them or request they be mailed. Since I had issues printing them, I called the office in Virginia to ask how I could have proof of coverage. And that's when I found out my insurance had to be based in North Carolina to get the North Carolina driver's license. 

And it was time for another phone call, this time to the State Farm office who handles my renter's insurance. The current plan is in eight days, on Tuesday, I'll speak to the office again and I'll make a payment if needed. I'm not sure if I'll need to because I just paid for my car insurance from May-November in Virginia. So I guess I'm putting their billing department to work. I hope the money I paid can just be applied to North Carolina insurance to save a few steps. And from there, they can send me the cards and statement of declarations. Then on Thursday and Friday, I have my two days off for Juneteenth and I can go to the DMV then for the license. And then from there, it's time to change the license plate, title, and registration. It's like the Holy Trinity of car torture.

So fast forward to Juneteenth. The Thursday I had off. I decided to take a chance and drive to a small town, taking the chance that I would have a shorter line to deal with. An hour north of where I live is Oxford, definitely not a major town. When I arrived at 11 am, there were only about 8 people outside. And with appointments starting at 12 pm and going until 5 pm, I felt pretty optimistic that I might get in. So there I was outside on a little dirt patch in a decent amount of heat, but thankfully, in the shade as well. It took till 1 pm to get inside the building. And we had been told from 1-3, there would be 3 people working, but other than that, it would be 2 people from 11-1 and again from 3-5. 

I remember sitting in that narrow hallway, there were a lot of bugs flying around! And it was also interesting there was a DMV TV station on the monitor, which was he most generic stuff possible. Sports standings for Carolina teams, recipes, weather reports, 30 second cartoons, etc. 

We had to check in when we entered the building. We had to explain why we were there and we were given a number, in my case, it was H264, or something like that. I do remember the H, anyway. So it took 2 hours, but shortly after 3 pm, I got in. I walked to Station #2 and it took about 30 minutes for me to get my stuff done. But I walked out with my 60 day temporary driver's certificate. It was a very relieving feeling. I mean I knew I was going to get it done that weekend, but to know I'd crossed that barrier was a major feeling of relief.

So then it was a waiting game for my license to arrive in the mail. I was told 2 weeks, but 9 days later, it was a Friday, there was the DMV envelope was there in my mailbox. And inside was my long awaited driver's license. Backside of it had my face underneath a horse. Not sure why North Carolina finds that appropriate, but ok. Not only that, but in NC, your hair color is listed on the license. I never had that in Virginia. And they decided to list my hair as black, which it never was. But hey, it's better than "None."

So then I knew I had to update the title, registration, and license plates. And those offices are a much shorter wait, but the hours are more limited. They're never open on Saturday, plus they're only open from 8:30-5. So I would have to go on my work break. So I went the next Tuesday afternoon to the Cary office with my license, title, and insurance. Maybe 7 or 8 people were ahead of me but I got to the booth in about 20 minutes. I couldn't hear everything clearly, there was a lot of noise around, plus the plexiglass shield, muffled the sound up. But apparently, I was going to be charged $4--.67. I couldn't hear the second and third numbers, but I clearly heard the first, followed by the word "hundred." Now for plates, title, and registration, I can understand it costing a little bit, but this much?! And apparently, they charge more if you use a card to pay. I was ready to pay, but they also wanted $8 in cash. Why I had to pay $8 in cash but $400 plus on the card it makes very little sense. But as it turns out, I only had $5 in cash. And I knew I didn't have the time to drive 10 minutes to BOA, get cash, drive back, and go through the process. So I simply said I would come back the next day. But later that night, I hit up my ATM for $500 in cash. I was sure I'd get security alerts that I had withdrawn too much money. 

Thankfully, I got through that without a hitch. I waited about another week since the local office was taking a 4 ay weekend for the 4th of July. I returned on Tuesday; I figured I should wait a day after they opened. Well I showed up on Tuesday afternoon, the line was about 25 people. I got everything taken care of for a mere $458! And then I went online, surrendered my Virginia plates, and that was the end of the saga. 

Monday, April 28, 2025

Why Georgia Why

After my early Saturday morning plasma donation to get another $80, I drove to mom's house so we could begin our drive from Cary, NC to Atlanta, GA. The Google Maps estimate was about a 6.5 hour drive to the Courtyard hotel in East Atlanta.

We started by ordering a giant club supreme sub at Jersey Mike's in Chapel Hill, just so we didn't have to stop at a restaurant along the way. An hour in, we stopped at a rest area to eat. Mom ate a quarter of it and I ate a half. Cape Cod chips and a few bottles of water. On the way down, I played the 1984 country countdown on XM radio and sent the results to Karin. We also played some Dr. Phil, the focus was on the Gabby Petitto murder. And of course I had a few songs that referenced Georgia queued up. Midnight Train to Georgia, Georgia On My Mind, Why Georgia, and Rainy Night In Georgia. 

Our first stop, aside from rest areas, was Alpharetta, which is a very nice suburb northeast of Atlanta.
5 and a half hours to get there. We first stopped at Costco for gas, I think it was $2.62, which was quite the bargain. In downtown Atlanta, it was over $3 bucks in some places. The shopping area we went to was Avalon, a bougie shopping area, similar to Fenton in Cary. They even have Colletta, just like in Fenton; they are the only two locations for this over the top fancy Italian restaurant.

But that's not where we went, instead we visited Branch and Barrel. It was quite crowded, but we nabbed the last two seats at the very end of the bar. I liked the back of the bar with whiskey barrels, it felt like going into an old time pub. A little bit dark, but homey. Bartender was super engaging and friendly. We ordered the B&B cobb salad with grilled steak skewers, jalapeno candied bacon, eggs, avocado, tomatoes, bleu cheese & horseradish ranch. Excellent salad, though it was quite heavy with egg, bacon, bleu, and ranch. 

The brisket poutine was excellent, with braised brisket and hand cut fries topped with bleu cheese, diced tomatoes, and green onions. Fried were fresh and super crispy. Juicy, well seasoned brisket too. For a drink I tried a Tropicalia, an amazing local IPA from Athens, GA. Very well balanced, not too fruity, not too hoppy. Great recommendation from the bar.

Right outside the restaurant was a Five Daughters doughnuts, the legendary donut shop based in Nashville. Now we had tried one in northwest Florida, where they had a food truck. But hey, the $5 donuts are well worth it. I had the Orange Quinnamon, sort of a cronut with cinnamon, sugar, and salt with a heavy drizzle of orange glaze on top. So incredibly moist and flaky. I also got a strawberry glazed for later. I mean if you're going to have a donut, make it a good one.

Finally, around 7 or 8 pm, we got the Courtyard in east Atlanta, near Stone Mountain. This was the worst Marriott property either of us had ever stayed at. I'm just going to get all the hotel stuff out of the way right here. Thankfully the room was clean, parking was free, and the gym was well stocked. That's about all I have for positives. 

The whole place was undergoing renovations, which made things way tougher. There was no elevator, and our room was on the second floor, which meant lugging luggage up the stairs. And with mom's surgically repaired feet, stairs are not exactly welcome.

We were barely even greeted at the front desk. Considering my mother is a lifetime gold member, that's downright wrong. She's supposed to be thanked for her business, they are supposed to see that she requested the first floor, things like that. This front desk guy did nothing of the sort. Oh and I can assure you, based off the number of cars in the parking lot, this hotel was not fully booked.

It gets worse. They have an ice machine...that doesn't work. No free coffee, let alone no free breakfast. But you can get eggs your way at the in-hotel Starbucks for something like $15. And in the public men's room, there was no toilet paper or paper towels.

OK enough of that, let's go to Sunday. We went to Northpoint Church in Alpharetta, it's where Andy Stanley preaches. It's a very large complex, though of course I've seen larger. But they were having a Field Day in the parking lot for the kids, with bouncing castles, face painting, sno-cones, etc. The service was excellent, the music was not too loud and Andy preached a great service. If I had to live in the Atlanta area, I would definitely go back.

Form there, we drove to Buckhead for lunch. And Buckhead is definitely the bougie section of Atlanta. We went to True Food Kitchen, which has a lot more locations than I knew, we even have one in Raleigh. We started with three lemon blueberry muffins. I think we had 1.5 of them and saved the rest for later. I had the Rancher's hash with over easy eggs (I was not doing the recommended sunny side), roasted sweet potatoes, roasted red peppers, lots of grass-fed steak, white cheddar, avocado, cherry tomatoes, charred onions, charred scallion salsa, and sourdough toast. It tasted really sweet to me at first, but then I realized I was having sweet potatoes. No wonder. But really, there was a lot of meat in it and it was cooked to a perfect medium rare. 

And thick sourdough always helps for dipping any remaining sauce at the bottom of the bowl. Mom had the chicken parmesan: air-fried chicken breast, fresh mozzarella, organic DiNapoli tomato sauce over spaghetti squash. That sauce was amazing, light and flavorful. Definite recommend. For a drink, I had one of their refreshers but the beet overwhelmed everything else in it, or maybe I'm just sensitive to beets.

After that, we drove through parts of downtown Atlanta and I made sure to stop by Turner Field, which would have been my torture chamber in the 90s since it was home of the Braves for a long time. Georgia State University uses it now for football. And the area around the stadium feels just dead. I can see why they moved.

We had considered going to Stone Mountain Park, so we drove east towards the town and the park. And my goodness, downtown looked like an abandoned movie set. There were a lot of shuttered storefronts. And the park didn't impress us either. It cost $20 just to enter the park plus another $25 to get to the top of the mountain. And for the two of us, it didn't seem worth it to go in. Plus with the festivals going on in the park, the whole thing wasn't appealing. With some time to kill, we went further east, about 30 minutes to Lawrenceville, a typical small town. Nothing really to report, except a huge ass pothole, that nearly took our front tire off. 

It was time to get some rest, so it was back to the just luxurious hotel. After an hour or two, it was off to
Pappadeaux. Now we had been happy enough to get it in Houston after such a horrible day in March, now we got to have it in Georgia too. Of the 100 or so tables, I think we were one of maybe 4 to have white people. Anyway, it was the tableside Greek salad with a huge plate of garlic bread to start. Waiter should have told us we'd get charge extra for the garlic bread. Oh well. 

I had the Texas Redfish Ponchartrain with grilled shrimp, lump crabmeat, and brown butter sauce with a side of dirty rice. Freaking amazing. Mom had the mixed seafood grill and they gave us an extra skewer of the salmon, scallop, shrimp, pepper, onion, and mushroom. Fantastic. And it's cool she gets the lunch rate all day long, being that she is a senior citizen.

Back to the hotel for NCIS Hawaii. Once mom fell asleep, I walked across the street to Mellow Mushroom for a beer. But it closed at 9 pm, just as I was walking to the door. So I then headed across the main road to Marlow's Tavern, which is next to the Doubletree. I had another Tropicalia and that was really enough for me. There was one drunk couple next to me and one older black woman a few seats down. But I guess I wasn't up for conversation. I had the one beer and left .

Monday morning. The main event. Gym. 15 minutes walking, 30 minutes lifting. Another Five Daughters donut, this time, the strawberry. Then it was time to head down to the taping of Family Feud at the Tyler Perry studios in SW Atlanta. We got there around 9 am, we were supposed to be there by 10:30 am. We were among the first to arrive at the studio, maybe 12 cars arrived ahead of us. So we parked and took a bus from the parking lot to the waiting room. Probably spent two hours in that waiting room, it was like going to the DMV. We were all in this huge empty room, that was actually more like a vacant studio set. We're sitting in rows, waiting to get called up to go where we wanted. Must have been 150 of us in that room too. Thankfully, they had water cause it was getting a little hot in that place.

Around 11:30 we walked over to the studio. And what was so cool is we were sat second row, I was three seats from the center. Maybe the front of the stage was three feet from me; the seats could not have been better. Much to our surprise, we were given 60 seconds to take pictures. We were in the audience for two shows, which was just right because the audience has to give energy throughout. Another audience would come in later for the third and fourth shows of the day. 

One of the best moments was the question "Name a company known for making chocolate." Four answers were on the board and the two families got three of them: Hershey, Nestle, and Ghiradelli. Steve was at a loss what the fourth answer was. 

Quick aside. Now anyone who knows me is aware that I don't eat chocolate. But I know enough about it, mostly from doing grocery deliveries for the last five years. So I screamed Lindt chocolate, which is mom's favorite. And it was the right answer. Steve came right over to us and asked what it was and how we knew it. I'm just glad he didn't ask me what my favorite chocolate is, because he would have stayed on me for a couple of minutes. 

The two shows will air sometime in the fall as part of Season 27. It's Morris vs Young and Young vs Rodriguez.

Around 3:45, we began our trip back to North Carolina. We had not eaten since around 8 am and I ate the last quarter of the Jersey Mike's sandwich. It took about 4 nd a half hours to get to Bucee's in Florence, SC and I give mom credit for driving all the way there in one shot. Anyway, Bucee's is the world's largest convenience store and it was my first time there. I think they have around 30 locations in Texas, and this is currently the only one in the Carolinas. Though that will be changing in 2026.

I had their XXL Brisket sandwich for about 12 bucks, really good sandwich, though the sauce is a little sweet. I think I would have preferred just dry brisket. And I was happy to take my free side of pickle slices. Only thing that would have made the sandwich better was some thin crispy tobacco onions. The diced white raw onions they offered weren't helping. 

Also I got a bag of beaver nuggets. Beaver nuggets, you ask? Now I had seen billboards for these 20 miles before arriving. And just the name alone gets attention. The employee I talked to described them as corn pops on steroids. Now I was never a Pops eater as a kid, so I wasn't sure about that, but I knew corn and sugar would stand out. Well, for me it was like a combo between corn puffs and caramel popcorn. Crunch and sweet overload. And I guess considering the first ingredient was brown sugar, that should have been a clue. I brought them to work and 4 days later, 3/4 of the bag is still full. Took 8 hours to get home. I got in my door just past midnight and was up by 6 to get ready for work. Back to normal life.


Sunday, March 30, 2025

Houston-Day 3

I think I woke up around 7 for the 7 Line Run around downtown Houston. Truthfully, I was about fed up with driving in this city and with my rental car.

So after a 15 minute drive without much traffic (for a change), I parked on the street near the right field gate. Though I may have been the only one, as it seemed like everyone else was walking. Actually, I should clarify. I parked under the overpass next to the stadium, where a bunch of homeless people were camping out. And the parking meter wasn't even working so I did the whole run worries a cop would come along and give me a ticket.

But there were  about 80 or 90 of us and the run got off to a good start on a comfortable, yet another cloudy day. And I was off to a pretty solid pace as we headed west on Congress St and then south on Harris St. After about mile 2.5, I would up around Polk St, near the Toyota Center. Except I was all but alone. the first 5 or 6 people were way ahead and I out outpaced the rest of the group. And I took a wrong turn to the right on Polk St even though that's what was in my turn directions. When I started to go under the overpass...I knew I was off! Eventually I figured my way back to Avenue of the Americas and finished the race though I ran more like a 3.25m instead of 3.1m. One guy brought a case of water and a case of Lone Star beer. I took down two of each. Chatted with a few people there too, it was fun.

By now the sun was shining, and after going back to the room and cleaning up, I had to make a stop at Jiffy Lube, since my right rear tire had been running low for the last 24 hours. 5 minutes, in and out of there. I hit up Costco for gas, and I think it was about $2.65/gallon. 

And then it was food time. I didn't do BBQ again, didn't do Mexican either. It was Kenny and Ziggy's, a NY Jewish deli that I had seen featured on DDD. The tables were most filled up. But they have two bars/counters, one for the alcohol and one for the desserts/coffees/shakes. I took a stool at the latter and immediately was served a bowl of sour and half sour pickles. Very good start. I ordered the #1 sandwich: pastrami, corned beef, Russian dressing, and cole slaw on crusty double baked seeded rye bread. Oh my goodness. Plenty of meat inside, super seasoned. Not too much slaw and Russian but enough to add flavor. Of course, I added brown mustard as I went along. But the bread was perfect. I have eaten at too many NY delis where the rye bread is soft on the outside. The double bakes process gets it crusty on the outside and that makes the sandwich so much better. For the included side, they had a few salad options, but they were all lathered in mayo. For $2.75 more, I added French fries, which were thick like steak fries. Super brown and crispy on the outside.

The dessert selection is amazing with oversized cheesecake a huge variety of cookies, old school ice cream sodas, and milkshakes. But in their cookie display, they had the man-shaped sandwich cookies with the chocolate in between two vanilla cookies. And those are mom's favorites, so I got a half dozen to bring back.

Then it was time to drink. the spot was St Arnold, just north of downtown and it was packed. They had live music playing, a flea market going on, tons of tables both inside and outside and it was till hard to find a spot. I got a flight and a draft, and I would say the beers were mostly fine. I wouldn't call them the best I've ever had, but it was fun for an hour.

Tailgate time with the 7 Line at Pitch 25. Shockingly, I get a free space on the street about a half mile from the stadium. At the bar though. the lines were always 30-40 people long for all 3 hours that we were tailgating. I drank a couple of Sun Cruiser cans, which are basically just vodka, iced tea, and some lemon juice. I felt so bloated from the beer that it was pleasant to sip a lighter alternative.

We marched to the stadium around 5:30 for the rubber game, about 1,000 Mets fans strong. It was a 2-1 loss, the Mets had one lousy hit all game. I had checked out after the top of the 8th and left. Now it was 3 games into the season, I'm not panicking, but it was a disappointing start for the offense. I didn't even eat dinner after the game, I was too aggravated. So I still have never tried Whattaburger. But hey, they'll be in Raleigh come 2026.

Next morning, 35 minute drive to the airport at 5 am. Two brief mechanical delays, but I was back in Raleigh around 3 pm. 

The trip was very up and down. The highs were high and the lows were low. Plus my rental car got a tiny bit of damage in the back on Day 2. I didn't want to mention that though. 

Houston-Day 2

Several inches of rain was forecasted for Friday. Not to mention 5-6 inches south of Houston. There was some rain that fell, but nowhere near what was expected. Mom left early in the morning as expected, and I took her to Hobby Airport, which is much closer to downtown. It's basically the Midway of Houston... the secondary airport in the hood. 

From there, I drove to the Museum District, which is a really nice section, I think Mom would've liked it. There is a large arch and statue dedicated to Sam Houston. They also have a rectangular reflection pool, similar to the Washington Monument. They have a couple of smaller parking lots and I was able to score a free parking space. I visited the Museum of Natural Science, but what I didn't know is it was also Field Day. So as I'm walking up to the entrance, I see a line of 8 or 9 school buses and the kids are all getting out. I maneuvered my way through them and inside, and saw a huge line of people waiting to buy tickets. As it turned out, there was a kiosk for it as well, and I got my tickets there with no wait whatsoever.

At 10:30, I saw a 3D film about the discovery and life of Wyrex, which is one of the most complete T-Rex dinosaur skeletons ever discovered, aside from its missing tail. It cost an extra 12 bucks, and I was a little scared of how graphic it could get, but it was really well done between the filmography and the storytelling. But the best part was I walked out of the theater and there must have been 200 kids waiting to get in for the next showing. 

Their paleontology section had several dozen dinosaur skeletons, including Wyrex as well as a few other T-Rexs, Triceratops, and Stegosaurus. But they had sections for so many kinds of science including outer space, Egyptian tombs, alchemy, jewelry, even lifting a 500-pound piano. I also like the periodic table of elements that you could walk on and it would light up. 

To be fair, the kids were so rampant that I was basically ready to go after about 90 minutes. I was hungry. And I needed to try some Texas BBQ so I went to Pinkerton's. It was not a huge place, there is a bar to the left and then the ordering area to the right with several long tables. So the patrons are basically in a position where they are going to strike up a conversation with strangers. I ordered a half pound of sliced brisket, after all, it's Texas. Amazing bark on it, plenty of salt and pepper, full of flavor. Maybe the meat was just a touch overdone, but their original sauce took care of that. And it's more a of a rusty orange color, I'm pretty sure it's mustard based but with some vinegar and tomato as well. So it's the best of all worlds. I also got about 3/4 pound of glazed ribs, which had just a little touch of sweetness to them. Wonderfully juicy and easy to eat.

My first side was bacon mac and cheese. I liked that it wasn't soupy. I don't like mac and cheese where the mac and basically swimming in a pool of cheese. The cheese should stay on the mac. The South Texas beans had a whole bunch in there, several kinds of beans, onions, peppers, several spices. I think the cumin was really shining through. They also asked me if I wanted to add pickle slices, sliced white onions, a whole jalapeno, and a slice of white bread. Yes to all 4! I had a really special bite when I took some brisket, added an onion slice, and some of that original sauce.

After that, the rain still wasn't falling, so I drove to Buffalo Bayou, which is a walking area and park just west of downtown Houston. A lot of trees, pedestrian bridges, they also have a dog park. I also passed by a Houston police sculpture that was kind of confusing, it was just several sections of concrete. But I guess it's meant to pay tribute to the local cops who have lost their lives in the line of duty.

Later that night was Game 2 of the season, Mets vs Astros. I parked in a garage downtown for about 16 bucks and it was about a 15 minute walk to the stadium, now known as Daikin Park, or it may as well be Dike Park. Terrible name! 

Food-wise, I tried the Crawford dog, which is two split top hot dogs topped with bacon onion jam and yellow mustard on a Martin's potato hamburger roll. Pretty heavy, but still really good for $13. I walked around concourse and got a Karbach Hazy IPA in the upper deck. Really good beer. 

Thankfully, the Mets won 3-1, highlighted by a Juan Soto HR off the facing of the upper deck. And the way the Houston fans were booing him, it felt a little extra good. 

To finish the night, I drove to Portillo's in Katy, a bougie suburb about 30 minutes west of the hotel. Hey when I get a chance to get Portillo's, I take advantage of it. I got my big beef sandwich with sweet peepers, hot peppers, and cheddar cheese. So good. I even added a Chicago hot dog for dessert. I was avoiding the fried food, and I added the vegetables that come on a Chicago dog. So I had it for health reasons, thank you. 

Houston-Day 1

I woke up at 3am Thursday morning on mom's couch. After I showered and dressed, I realized I didn't have a belt. Truthfully, I kind of felt naked without it...sorry for the mage. But I have 8 or 9 belts and not one was in my luggage. 

The Lyft got us to RDU on time and security and boarding went about as smoothly as possible. I have to give RDU credit, they don't even have a Starbucks anymore. They're making an effort to add as many local businesses as possible. I think that's rather admirable. 

As we got on the plane, I took my middle seat, and I felt an aggressive allergy attack coming on. I guess it's no surprise considering Carolina is now entering pollen season. Seemed like I spent almost the whole 3 hour ride wiping my nose with a thin, worn out handkerchief. During final descent, all the cabin pressure went right to my head. It was that feeling of squeezing all the juice out of on orange, a slow build up of pounding tension. 

We only had about 30 minutes in DFW, but wow, Terminal C looks amazing. Big LED gate signs, checkout-less shops, even a restaurant and bar named after Dirk Nowitzki. But this may be the coolest and weirdest feature that I saw. The restrooms have signs outside how many stalls are open and how far the walk is to the next restroom.

We landed in the middle of a Houston rainstorm. After collecting luggage, we took a shuttle van to the rental car center. Now we were renting with York car rental. If you're wondering what that is, I was wondering the same thing when I made the reservation. But again, $372 for 3 days and nights of a hotel and car is pretty good. The legitimate companies like Avis, Dollar, and Budget all have their own sections in the center. Not York. We had to go to the off site desk where a totally disinterested woman was holding a QR code for us to scan. A father and son were right in front of us and doing the same thing. The code brought up a 3 minute video on where to walk to get the next shuttle. So we go down the escalator and walk about 5 minutes while moving our luggage to get to the unmarked outdoor spot. I tried calling a provided number and it didn't work. There was even a rental car courtesy phone... and it didn't work either. So they're are 4 of us wondering what the hell we're supposed to do. Eventually, a white Stride van drove by. He picked us up and drove out to the site... right next to the garbage dump. And it's only appropriate because their center was a dump as well. Two desks, a vending machine, a few travel brochures, about 20 uncomfortable seats that probably came from the local dmv, some collapsing sheet rock for good measure. 

We let the other 2 go first, they had to drive to Austin. Then my turn. Now I've only rented a few cars, but I didn't foresee any issues. But then they try to upsell me on pre paying tolls. Almost to the point of manipulating me. I explained I would not use tolls and the guy was pissed about it. I guess I cost him a bonus or something.  Then I gave them my credit card for the deposit and it didn't go through. I never really use it anyway. But it hadn't expired, there were no issues to my knowledge. But they wouldn't accept a debit card, which was never explained in the reservation. And even though my mother was there, they would not accept her card because my name was on the reservation. Just completely absurd. Even when my mother explained to them about her years in the travel industry, he responds by saying then she should know how these systems work. He flat out disrespected her. I wanted to strangle that son of a bitch, I had to walk away to try to calm down. But they basically had me by the balls, they had the power to refuse me. I was going to have to rent a vehicle somewhere else. So we got a ride back to the center and mom had to rent a car. I then filed a report with Priceline to make them aware of the rude service and try to get some money back. 

Mom was gracious enough to rent the car from Budget and it was about $310 for 72 hours. That was with 2 drivers and an airline discount. I felt absolutely sick over it. But we went to Pappadeaux, probably mom's favorite restaurant that we used frequent in Chicago. But it's Houston based, along with several other restaurants in the Pappas family. We had the seafood Cobb salad and an order of fried octopus and calamari. It's not cheap, but mom loves it. And we'd been through enough distress that morning, also factoring in a certain medical email that she received. 

The rain increased, so we went to the Galleria, the bougie mall near where my hotel was. They have all the rich stores from Nordstrom to Neiman Marcus. I purchased a crimson colored neck t-shirt at a store called True Classic, which specializes in men's clothes with older looks but made of nicer materials. 

Around 3 pm, we checked into the Best Western hotel. I think we were the only white guests there. After such a rough day, we rested for a bit before going to King Ranch. The restaurant stood out to me because it's a local steakhouse with an impressive Happy Hour. Of course we arrived just in time to watch the end of the Mets loss to Houston. Anyway we ordered brisket taquitos with pico, queso fresco, picked onions, and a little guacamole. Excellent. We also had the French dip sliders with caramelized onions. Two might not be a lot, but they were really good as well. Mom was full but not me, I had a bowl of prime rib chili. Excellent flavor, super meaty, just a little touch of spice. All I needed was some oyster crackers or some cornbread. But the highlight was dessert. The pecan pie was probably the best I've ever had. It was served in a hot cast iron skillet. The warm butter flaky crust...I couldn't get enough of it. Plenty of pecans in the goo with a scoop of vanilla ice cream and a caramel drizzle on top. I promised myself I would not have another dessert all weekend because nothing could live up to that. Their grilled pineapple margarita was quite good too.

After dropping mom off, I drove to Neon Boots, a small local honky tonk that's been around for decades under various names. But legends like Willie Nelson and Patsy Cline used to frequent it. I was late for the line dancing class so I just sat and watched. I didn't even feel like drinking, I just felt numb on the inside after everything that had gone on. Maybe I stayed an hour and that was it. Before heading back, I made a stop at Target. I got a lame belt, the type where the cloth goes through the plastic loops. I also got a couple of waters and a USB-C outlet. 


Friday, January 10, 2025

Blackhawk setlist

Venue: Weldon Mills Theater
8:04 start time 

Down In Flames
Goodbye Says It All
Every Once In a While
Love Like This
Let Em Whirl
Big Dreams In a Small Town
Almost a Memory Now
Down From the Mountain
Wichita
I'm Not Strong Enough To Say No
The Bluest Eyes In Texas
Like There Ain't No Yesterday
King of the World
I Sure Can Smell the Rain
There You Have It
That's Just About Right
Postmarked Brimingham
Big Guitar

Saturday, January 04, 2025

Live From Laurel Canyon setlist

Venue: DPAC
Set 1
California Dreaming
Mr. Tambourine Man
For What It's Worth
Light My Fire
Helplessly Hoping
Woodstock
Cinnamon Girl

Set 2
It's Too Late
Fire and Rain
Ventura Highway
Running On Empty
You're No Good
Hotel California

Thursday, January 02, 2025

NOLA and Cruise-Day 8 & 9

Friday was our final full day on board. I actually started with breakfast, yes, a custom omelet, French toast, bacon, and fruit. An hour later, I lifted a few weights for about a half hour. I was actually there for the 9:30 stretch class. About 7 or 8 of us were on the floor doing our own stretches, waiting for the instructor. Well 9:30 came. Then 9:35 and 9:40. No one came to lead. So we kept doing our own stretching. I guess that's why it was free.
 
I then went to the Captains corner in the Pacifica Theater, where three of the senior officers answered questions about the inner workings of the ship, life on a cruise ship, etc. I was ready for some sun, and I spent about 90 minutes by the pool. I downed a Corona and two pain killers. Not a pill. It's a cocktail with dark rum, pineapple juice, orange juice, coconut syrup, and a dash of nutmeg. Hey when the beverage package costs $76 a day, you have to get your money's worth. And you can't do that on water, coke, coffee, and tea.

Lunch was only going to be in the solarium, I didn't want to eat in Windjammer, didn't want to eat in Minstrel either. It was s going to be one last roast beef sandwich with horseradish and mustard on the kummelweck roll. 

2 pm marked an exciting event. The Love and Marriage in the Pacifica theater, for 18+. Couldn't wait for that one. The three couples who were selected had been married 1 month, 36 years, and 46 years, respectively. It was hysterical. The younger guy was a bit of an ass on stage, basically implying he had no annoying habits. Well I could see one right there. But he got a hot wife so... Anyway, the older two couples were great. The women had no filters at all. Just a great time.

I finished most of my packing and then played 90s music trivia and went 20 for 20. OK granted, I did not know the song Closing Time, but enough people around me said the name out loud where I was able to write it down! One last general trivia, and then dinner with a Mediterranean app plate, braised lamb, and an excellent peach berry trifle. 

Music was what I wanted to hear on my final night. In Colony Club, I listened to some jazz, but then it was 45 minutes of Dixieland. The band was amazing, it was a 4 piece horn section, piano, banjo, bass, and drums. Man I could have listened to that all night, it definitely got my NOLA vibe going.

The Mardi Gras party in the Centrum was fun. The four piece band played great 50s and 60s music most of the week, but this time, they even did a great version of Free Bird with only one guitar! Hundreds of green and purple balloons fell from the ceiling as the part carried on for about an hour.

I listened to Nathan in King and Country play guitar for about another half hour. Thought about karaoke, but it was just too much. A little more classic guitar from Andres in a quiet Schooner Bar, and that was it for the night.

Departure day, oh my goodness. We grabbed a quick breakfast, and took our bags down to the 5th deck, where the gangway is located. We prepared to grab a cab, go right to the airport, and get the earliest flights to Charlotte that we could before going on to our respective destinations. However, the wonderful security team of RC had other ideas. We had to scan our pass cards to leave. I got through fine, but mom didn't. Apparently it was reflecting an unpaid credit card balance and they insisted she go down to Guest Services to clear it. The problem was she had a new card mailed to her and hadn't had a chance to activate it yet. Well there was no way she was going downstairs to resolve this and wait in line again to depart. We were put on the phone with one of the security big shots and they even tried to convince me to go down alone and pay the balance. No effing way.

After the guy on the phone hung up on my mother out of frustration, we just left. We got off with our luggage, did the whole passport scanning process, and began a walk down a long corridor to get to the taxi stand. But on the way, a guy holding a sign that said Airport $15 stopped us. It caught our attention. Next thing we know, for 15 bucks per person, we're sitting in a minivan with five others and on our way to MSY. 

Check in and security were super easy to get through in New Orleans. We got to our gate about a half hour ahead of schedule. I had actually listed myself for a 10:57 flight, but we were there for the 9:44. Mom then asked me to get her a coffee at Starbucks. So I'm on line, and all of a sudden, out go the lights. I've been flying for 40 years, and this was the first time I was in an airport that experienced a power surge. 

So we got to Charlotte, pulling into Gate C10. Mom was going to Phoenix at Gate C14 and I was going back to Raleigh, my gate was C12. So if we stood in the right place, we could monitor both standby list screens. Super strange situation. Despite the terminal being packed, we had a good feeling about my flight because with some weather issues in the south, flights were getting delayed and people were missing their connections in Charlotte. Plus, only 4 standby passengers were listed for my flight and I was #2. Not bad for a mid morning trip.

Phoenix did not look so good for Mom though. She was #10 on the list and after both jump seats had been assigned, 4 standbys had been given seats. Sure enough, I boarded my plane, and I was sitting in seat 31B on my flight when she texted me a picture of seat 35C. So we both made our flights.

I Ubered back to mom's house to get my car and on the way home, I stopped at Harris Teeter, because I was in the mood for my first pizza in 2 weeks. I guess my cruise diet was still in effect for the rest of the day. Home Run Inn with pepperoni.