Went up to Columbus to have lunch with Ray & Sheila, my baseball loving friends who are in the thick of Kickstarting a pretty nifty thing that keeps your earbud cables tidy. I’ll keep pimping it out until the level unlocks with the color I want.
Always nostalgic going back up to the city of my alma mater.
Reminded to visit an entire week so I can see all my friends and revisit old haunts.
Thing is? Everything has changed So Very Much.
Some of the development feels like ‘modern strip mall’ while other bits are solid architecturally or faithful restorations.
I suppose it is like this everywhere.
And while jarring to see the cumulative effect of development over the years, it’s comforting to see old familiar signs remain.
I should also remind myself, some of the stuff that’s gone? It was crap before and not to be missed.
Popped in Tigertree. I can’t leave that store without smiling, with a bag full of gifts.
This Volvo 1800 ES has been filed into my book of dream cars.
I’m dedicating a chunk of fat to Tom for introducing me to Buckeye Macaroons from Pistacia Vera. Sidenote: German Village was in full fall splendor.
This tree on I-75 gets me every time. (It’s just north of the outlet malls on the southbound side of the highway.)
Highlights of seeing Paul McCartney live:
- The songs. Man, talk about a catalog. It had to be hard just to cull a set list for this tour. Growing up I’d listen to my sister’s records of Revolver, Sgt. Pepper and The White Album, never thinking that I’d hear “Eleanor Rigby” or “Blackbird” performed live.
- The music. Not just great songs, but great songs performed extremely well. Everyone on the stage brought their A game, and even though the strings and horn sections were synth, the man on keyboard used a wind controller to make it sound a bit more natural.
- The stories. Paul took time between songs to share inspiration about the music or experiences around creation or touring. He was very much aware the audience and our attention (even bringing up crowd facing lights at the end of each song.)
- The energy. I hope to have just a fraction of Paul McCartney’s energy when I’m 72. The first set lasted over 2 hours, and he never took a break. Every 5th song or so he would carry solo or start on piano, guitar or ukulele. It truly felt like this is what this man was on earth to do: write songs and play them. Reminds me of an article I read this week about Old masters at the top of their game.
- Lasers. There were even pyrotechnics during “Live and Let Die” that gave me a start. All the staging was a joy to watch, even if some of the animations were strange.
Overall? I’m super glad I went. Hat tip to my partner Tom for alerting me it was going down and making it happen.
Bonus? If you’re ever through Louisville, have a meal at Harvest. Get the jalapeño bacon grits.
Worth the trip: The tap room at Mad Tree Brewing.
Went last night for the release of their Thundersnow beer and enjoyed samples from their soon to open kitchen. The seasonal beer is rich—they say with ginger, nutmeg, vanilla and hints of cinnamon. Beer recipes are like horoscopes with me… You could say there are bay leaves and essence of strawberry Quik in there and I’d believe you.
I’m just gullible. The beer was excellent.
(But if you do go, try the bourbon barrel aged variant. It was extra tasty.)
Bonus: Seeing the canning process in action.
I wouldn’t use HILARIOUS as the callout for St. Vincent, but it did bundle up humor and pain quite beautifully.
Bonus? Catching up with Wendy over dinner afterward.
Our assessment of the movie was inline. It was refreshing to see Melissa McCarthy in a non-over-the-top comedic role. Bill Murray is always a pleasure. Naomi Watts is a chameleon. Jaeden Lieberher as the kid was awesome.
I almost ugly cried with joy.
All the liquor that I’ve stashed in kitchen cabinets and on top of the fridge now has a home, and I’m pretty much giddy about the reclaimed space.
These leaves look just fine without any editing.
Closed for the season, and likely indefinitely. An old Dairy Queen in Ross Ohio.
I don’t know what this truck is dumping. Is it concrete mixing? Some sort of fertilizer? Next time I’m driving to work I’m going to look for signs.