When Ben saw our IDs at the hotel check-in, he was excited to see the Massachusetts connection: he's a composer who studied at Berklee (hotel management is a night job). This orchestral piece he composed was performed by the Zagreb Philharmonic Orchestra. (Click on the photo if you'd like to watch it.)
Day 11: Staying put in Scottsdale!
We decided the warm weather warranted a hotel stay instead of playing Air BnB roulette again. I can hardly believe yesterday morning I was wearing waterproof winter hiking boots. FYI: NOT us in the poolside photo!
It's so much fun to meet someone in person that I know only online! Janine and I are in a writing class together, and when she learned we'd be in her home town, she suggested getting together. She and her husband Ron, along with the lovely (Miss Jean) Harlow, showed us around Old Town. And of course, we talked about writing!
Joe's comment upon seeing this sign: "Yes! Be a consumer! Buy more stuff." (At the moment, with a car full of stuff, and considering all the stuff in Mom's house, I'm mindful of the adage, "you never see a U-Haul behind a hearse.") I think the stuff I'm most interested reveals itself in moments, stories, in nature, and words. And things that make me laugh. Especially those.
Day 9: staying put in Santa Fe.
"You can keep your ice!" That's what we told our cousins this morning when weather (again) forced a change in route. We'd been looking forward to visiting with them, but Dallas was expecting another of its (in)famous ice storms and we wouldn't get out till at least Friday. Instead, we're heading straight across Oklahoma toward Alberquerque.
(The way this trip is going, I'm already imagining a post with a still from Looney Tunes featuring Bugs Bunny saying, "I knew I shoulda taken that left turn at Alberquerque!'
(It was supposed to be 520 miles. But we messed up...)
After backtracking 52 miles on Route 55, we cut through county roads to get back to where we wanted to be -- Route A, Route B and then Route EE -- hills, curves, a single lane in each direction and a 60 mph limit... and then 18 miles on Jones Creek Road -- much smaller, no shoulder, tighter curves and steeper hills. The house above is typical of those we saw on Jones Creek Road.
In Chicago, everyone wore face masks, some even outside. At our first gas stop in southern Illinois, Joe saw one person wearing one. Further south into Missouri, we stopped at a very busy gas station complex. There had to be 20 people at the pumps, another 20 or more in the store, and others wandering around. We were the only people wearing masks. I have to say I felt quite conspicuous.
A beautiful, windy day. We walked along the lake and around the campus at Northwestern University.
Today's my Mom's three-month anniversary, and I found myself thinking of her a lot, wanting to tell her what we are doing, the people we're meeting, the buildings, the natural beauty around the lake.
Students paint these shoreline boulders in Northwestern purple and white. We can't figure whether someone painted over their intended's name, or they have a deep affection for Xanax (makes me think of the schoolyard taunt, "If you love it so much, why don't you marry it?"). Or maybe the suitor was rejected and thinks a benzodiazepine is the only thing that could help.
Day 4: Chicago. miles driven: zero
Not sure what was the deciding factor in being lounge lizards for much of the day. Maybe it was the scramble to get ready to leave the east coast a few days ago. Or maybe I was tired from yesterday's drive that combined snow, ice, and 500 miles. It could be that Michael's place, just a couple hundred yards from Lake Michigan, manages to be funky, cozy, and super tech (I, who am practically allergic to Siri, have quickly become fluent in "Hey, Siri. Turn on evening lights" and "Hey Siri, make that movie lights.")
I was about to take this photo for Stanford friends, when the car's owner, Richardo Rosenkranz, came out of the theatre behind us. He had bought the theatre, and movers were coming in that afternoon. He invited us in to show us around to what will soon open as the Rhapsody Theatre. Look for chamber music as well as magic shows for grownups.
The façade is original, harking back to silent film days. Behind this wall, its history included multiple uses - in one incarnation, moviegoers enjoyed matinees and evenings out; in another, worshippers celebrated the Sabbath and holy days in synagogue. When it opens in a couple months, it will play host to live performances.
from the little blue cottage to redwood city,
Joe, Di, Little Papi and the Meep are taking the Dream Car and hitting the road back to the west coast. for awhile, anyway.