One thing I did not expect to be on the menu at Max & Benny’s Deli in Northbrook for my end-of-brutal-work-week dinner was halibut, and certainly not this massive slab of fish! The Greek-style grilling with lemon, cilantro, and a dash of olive oil absolutely killed it.
Early Sunday morning in November on Santa Fe Avenue in La Junta, Colorado. I have only stepped off the train for a moment, and had to capture this.
I love train travel like no other means of transportation. As I get older, though, I find myself wanting to stop and spend more time in the places I pass through.
In the introduction to Desert Solitaire, Edward Abbey opines that in some places time passes slowly, and that all time should. I suppose that is why I find myself of late drawn to places where the hours meander languorously rather than sprint furtively.
I will be back to the high plains of Eastern Colorado, I know, but at some point I’d like to come in my truck and stay awhile. I’ll bet the biscuits are warm and flaky at the Copper Kitchen, that the espresso and banana bread a delight at The Barista, and that there are delightful folks here as well.
Deerfield, IL. Just below freezing. Should be a lovely day here on the shores of Lake Michigan, so much so that I am somewhat sad to leave.
I love Star Trek and Star Wars. Equally.
But I am not signing up for Disney+ just to watch The Mandalorian any more than I was prepared to pay for CBS All Access just to watch Star Trek: Discovery or even Picard.
I will wait for Blu-Ray.
Thank you and good morning.