Monday, August 29, 2011


Found it!

Saturday, August 27, 2011

Thursday, August 25, 2011

Crazy weather

Well, all the earthquakes and surprise electrical storms and brooding, incipient hurricanes sure make for an interesting sky. Hunker down, y'all.

I'm guessing it's over

For years, we have been hearing the caterwauling from both sides about the metro going through Tyson's Corner.  A huge organization materialized to fight against above-ground rail: their rallying cry? "It's Not Over 'til it's Under!"
Driving through Tyson's yesterday would indicate that, oh yes, it's over. In oh so many ways....

Wednesday, August 24, 2011


Guess this is why Carol seemed to feel it the most. She said her house swayed significantly and she was trying to get out when it stopped.

See, this is what I was worried could happen when I get my spinal shot. I mean, what if the needle was right in there next to your spinal cord when that happened? Hmmm? I actually asked the doctor and he said, "Oh, ho ho, there are never any earthquakes around here."

Monday, August 22, 2011

Things you don't care about...

When you are the fan of a losing team, such as the Washington Nationals, you have to come up with creative ways to dispel the attendant despair.  I have started yet another blog, the Washington Nationals Daily Pic, in which I graphically summarize the previous evening's game. It turns losing into an exercise in creativity. And, really, isn't that what life is all about?

Friday, August 19, 2011

Awwwwww...this is little Kaylee....

She screamed from Denver to about the Baltimore Beltway. Then she fell asleep. Actually, it wasn't so bad.  She was very cute when not screaming. It's just that all she really was capable of or interested in doing was eating, running around, or screaming. She soon got stuffed full of baby snacky food...and it was bumpy, so she couldn't run around...that left her with but one option. Which she exercised with a great and deafening vigor.  Her mom, Ashley, was nice and apologetic but mainly grim, since they were just stopping in Baltimore before hopping on another flight to Florida for another 2.5 hours. Long day for Mom.  Long flight for me.  I kept her entertained for a while, but the task and the length of flight were beyond my abilities.  I needed TW for this one. He can entertain children nonstop for hours on end.

Tuesday, August 16, 2011

Monday, August 15, 2011

Into the fiend's embrace

This seemed particularly ominous yesterday.

And so, our Intrepid Golfer takes one last mighty swing...

...cutting through the air with his well-trained blade to end up in the noble pose that has inspired golfers for the many long decades the game has been in existence.

Then he hopped on the road to get mired in THIS for 10 hours....

Horrible drive. Just horrible.  7 hours and fifteen on the way up. Ten hours and a half on the way back. Love you guys!

Sunday, August 14, 2011

Packed and ready to roll home

Bye Berkshires!

Friday, August 12, 2011

An accounting

Mom, as I am about to leave here in two days, and you are one of the few who will understand something like this, here are some notes I have gathered driving the same route several times a day back and forth to the Cranwell to work and play.
  • It is 7.8 miles to the Cranwell from the hotel, lot to lot
  • There are 17 stop lights along the way
  • There is one additional flashing yellow light that --as a counter-- I cannot officially count as a stop light
  • There are 16 eating establishments of varying styles and price ranges
  • There are 3 grocery stores
  • There are 78 street lamps - actual street lamps, not to be confused with parking lot lighting adjacent to the roadway
  • There are 4 gas station
  • There are 2 banks. But intriguingly, there are 4 other financial establishments (Duh - Berkshire Hathaway...)
  • Curiously, there are 9 dentists and dental surgeon's offices. All but one in the first half mile from the hotel along 'Dental Row'
  • There are two country clubs, if you count the one you end at
  • There are three artistic representations of horses along the route
  • There are 19 speed limit signs in the southbound direction
  • There is a caveman and a pooping gargoyle with light-up eyes
  • There are 6 straw people - seven, if you squint and look up the hill
  • There are 19 blue houses
  • There are between 39 and 47 American flags, depending upon weather, inclination, and wavering patriotism, I suppose
OK, going to play for-real golf today, supposedly. We'll see. Love you guys!

Tuesday, August 9, 2011

My favorite school movie as a kid

Donald Duck in Mathemagical Land.  Must have seen this 15 times in school over the years; probably every time a math teacher was hung over and didn't feel like trying to teach us brats algebra or something. It's on YouTube for now, but who knows how long Disney will allow that. Taught me everything about billiards I ever knew.  Some bogus material on Golden Ratios in early Greece, but generally very cool at showing how math is in everything in everyday life. I love the Disney narrator, Paul Frees. What a voice.

Monday, August 8, 2011

Happy Birthday, Mom!

I found my phone lodged in the pianist so I promise I'll talk to you later!

Sunday, August 7, 2011


...which stands for 'Phone Limbo' which is where my phone is now and half the rest of the time. Grrrr.  How is it I can memorize two single-spaced pages of dialogue in 15 minutes but can't remember where my phone is from moment to moment?

And, tragically, I can pretty much guarantee that this is not where I left my phone.  :(

Friday, August 5, 2011

Cliche come to life

So, we are walking back from doing this radio program in downtown Pittsfield, MA, and I am accompanied by Ms. Felicia Curry: paramour of Andy Fahs, my roady pal you've heard me speak of many times; 5' 0" of insane bundled energy; rock-hard from the twice daily workouts, runs, plus the occasional golf and tennis outing; 97 lbs. soaking wet, dressed to the nines at 11:30 on a Thursday morning in a sleepy arty burg where flannel pajamas at the Price Chopper are not necessarily frowned upon. I get to witness an actual cliche.

We are walking through the little Leitchfield-esque (on steroids) main square and come to a street crossing.  The Red Hand is up; the cars have the green; we have to wait.

Except...the cars aren't going.  They just sit there, fronted by an ominous, giant, rednecky, muddy, dirty black pickup truck. Finally, we shrug our shoulders and cross. As we get to the median, one of the most lesbian-looking lesbians I have ever seen in my life --a life in the theatre, mind you-- complete with an actual mullet --I kid you not-- leans out of the driver's side of the pickup and says, "Ma'am, you are so beautiful there is no way I was going to go before you walked in front of me." Then she drove off.

So, I was walking with a girl who actully, really, physically stopped traffic.  Cool. And you can see why.

Wednesday, August 3, 2011

Frog cupcake from out of the blue!

Next door in our little long-term suites is a lady and her cute, heavily tattooed daughter that happened to see the show one night and noticed the people in the show were the same noisy bunch where they lived. The cute tattooed girl just brought me a midnight cupcake. Yum.  And no, tragically, that is not a metaphor for anything.