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.
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.
I had friends, relations, dieticians, and even physicians telling me that without surgery I was doomed to a life of obesity.
I am grateful beyond words that they were all wrong, grateful for the unfailing support of my family, and grateful for the loving help of G-d.
After all, I think Ms. Potts and company could use some help during the post-Tony transition.
Two reasons I hate flying in Asia during the summer:
The first day of my sabbatical was spent dealing with the mold problem in my son’s bathroom.
Nothing else to report.
Have a nice day!
Yeah, I pushed it, especially considering the altitude (2,500 feet), but it felt so GOOOOOD!!!