Thanks to a tip from Jack, checking out vintage cars -- in motion -- at the Pitts Vintage Grand Prix.
Apparently Illinois I-Pass devices work cross-state, or at least in Pennsylvania. Useful, though a little scary.
— Sandy, 782 days ago
The rain brought us both bad and good luck over the last few days. It rained out our plans to cook dinner on the campfire Wednesday night and chased us out of that awesome gorge. But if we hadn’t gotten rained out of our swimming on Wednesday, we would probably never have bothered to drive an hour out of the way to Treman State Park outside of Ithaca on Thursday to find a swimming hole that Sandy had read about on – no, seriously – swimmingholes.info.
We drove to Ithaca through yet more rain, with me grumbling the whole time. But when we got to town, the rain started slowing down, and by the time we were done with our delicious lunch at Moosewood Restaurant, the sun was peeking out. We headed out to find the swimming hole.
Treman State Park, Ithaca, NY
About to chow down on some insane sandwichness at Primanti Bros in Pittsburgh.
— Sandy, 783 days ago
All the President's Men on tape is perfect for road trips. Kept me alert for that midnight drive to Altoona last night.
— Sarah, 783 days ago
My cell phone has been on the verge of dying for week. Is this the Apple god trying to tell me something?
— Sandy, 783 days ago
This woman just called the furnace that the glass goes into the 'glory hole.'
— Sandy, 783 days ago
Walking very carefully as we tour the Corning Museum of Glass.
— Sandy, 783 days ago
Dining at the Moosewood Restaurant, though not on moose.
— Sandy, 783 days ago
A while back we rented this old BBC TV show from Netflix called “Connections.” The conceit was charming, though tenuous: particular historical events may seem distant and disparate happenings, but in fact one had a direct influence on the other. “Did you know that Hindenburg disaster can be causally traced back to the invention of grout?” Or something.
It didn’t grab us, so we stopped watching. But the central premise is something I often think back to. How one event, seemingly meaningless, will have a direct influence on a later, positive outcome. It comes up often in Scrabble. I’ll curse a particularly bad rack, but the letters I play from it will end up being just the hook I need to lay down a bingo on the next turn. It’s not planned, but the second couldn’t have happened without the first.
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