Life on the road can become a blur. I began writing this from the Molly Pitcher Inn’s dining room which overlooks the Navesink River in Red Bank, New Jersey. Candice and I have come here to celebrate the 40th wedding anniversary of her cousin Mary Beth and husband Greg. It is the second time we find ourselves in Red Bank in three weeks, as we were here earlier in the month to celebrate with family and friends the life of Candice’s aunt and godmother, and Mary Beth’s mother, who passed away at age 90.
June is perhaps a bit more than typical in terms of travel (16 out of the first 24 days spent on the road), but only at the margins. Good thing that I enjoy it. In June alone I’ve not only visited Red Bank twice, but I’ve also been to Madison, Wisconsin (one of prettiest small college cities in America…in the summer); Athens and Atlanta, Georgia (my God, they never stop building highways); Philadelphia, Pennsylvania (a gem of a city with much to recommend it and work to be done); and Hampton, Virginia (home of Fort Monroe, Freedom’s Fortress). And there’s still a week to go before we hit the 4th of July weekend!
I’ve thought so many times of writing a blog post on this or that subject, only to drop the idea as I rush to a meeting or another airport. So this “Observations from…” post will be very short (dare I say Twitter-like”) comments on several things swirling around my travel-addled mind.
Rook Rocks—The waitress at the Molly Pitcher on Friday morning commented on my big cup of Rook Coffee. I told her I just had to try any independent coffee shop with the guts to locate next to a Starbucks, as is the case with Rook in downtown Red Bank’s wonderful Main Street. She replied, “Oh, you’re not from around here. In these parts, Rook so out-performs Starbucks. After a few sips, I knew why.
Independent Coffee Shops (and bookstores) are holding their own—I’ve come to seek out those independent coffee shops no matter where I go. When in Madison, stop by Colectivo Coffee on the Square. Their baristas rival Rook in their friendliness (and they have that Midwestern Nice vibe going for them). Jittery Joe’s is a tasty find in Athens. And on that rare occasion when I’ve been in DC, I took the time to stop by my favorite bookstore, Politics and Prose, where Candice and I enjoyed a late-night coffee recently at The Den after stocking up at the store’s member sale.
Everyone (and every thing) needs refurbishing now and then—I have stayed in just about every type of hotel imaginable this month. Most have been great. A couple have been a bit long in the tooth. Just like people, hotels need the occasional refurbishment every now and again. Let’s begin with those electrical outlets. (I’m looking at you, Molly Pitcher Inn!)
If I keep up this level of travel, I’m going to have to break down and get the MLB network—In June I’ve been to the ballpark once (but have a second game next week to see the World Champion Cubs and our Nats) and have only caught about five games on television. While I have enjoyed catching up with some other teams, I miss seeing my Nats on a regular basis. And I really like our announcers—Bob and F.P.—after sampling home team announcers in other cities. Truth be told, however, I don’t miss the heartburn that goes with the all-too-frequent Nats bullpen meltdown. Come on, Rizzo, please go find a closer. Thank God for yesterday’s laugh-fest blowout against the Reds! And I want to have a renaissance like Ryan Zimmerman!
I have to drive HOW FAR to go see the Braves—Even though I don’t need to visit the new Atlanta Braves stadium to add another one to my bucket list, I gave serious consideration to taking in a game one evening while I was in town. Then I Googled the distance from my mid-town hotel. Then I drove a bit in Atlanta. Then I watched the game from the comfort of my hotel room. What a dumb way to build a broad base of support for a sport that’s already seen as too old and white…build a new stadium way out in the northern suburbs to make sure that the city’s African-American fan base (real and potential) can’t get there. Jeez.
If I bite my tongue any more, part of it will fall off—I try to keep politics out of my blog. For now. But with so many things happening to endanger our American experiment in democracy, I may have to throw caution to the wind. I’ve traveled in both red and blue states this month and I’ve spoken with people from across the political divide. We need to face some hard facts as a nation.
Celebrate family and friends—Candice and I were talking today about all the interactions with family and friends we’ve experienced in recent months. Funerals. Weddings. Wedding Anniversaries (our own and others). Birthdays. Celebrations of Mothers and Fathers. Dinner parties. Picnics on our saint’s day at church. We’ve traveled for as many of these as we’ve celebrated at home in Washington. When family isn’t nearby, you lose something by not making the effort to see them on a regular basis. And friends expand the family circle. We are blessed on both counts.
Is anything better than bourbon and baseball for Father’s Day—That’s a trick question. Nope. Well, yes there is. It would have been even better if Claire had been here in D.C. with us. Andrew and Candice took me to Jack Rose Dining Saloon for a Father’s Day feast and some mighty fine bourbon last Sunday. (Largest bourbon selection in the Western Hemisphere!) Claire and Andrew are buying me a Nats jacket in anticipation of those October playoff games. What could be finer? (Another trick question.) Woo hoo!
Even in very busy and often challenging times, it is important to remember the wonder of travel, the joy of seeing new places, the lifetime pleasures of staying connected with family, the unexpected moments of delight that come from an expanded circle of friends, and the satisfaction of seeing (and being) people living their passion.
More to come…