Sox Sweep

Woo hoo!! I wore my Red Sox hat all over St. Louis this weekend, and I have to say St. Louisians were waaaaaaaaaay more polite about it than those assholes I used to encounter in NYC. P and I watched Game 4 tonight, laughing with AL about how, for the first time in the history of the world, P watched more World Series games than he did. Finally, a legitimate win for Mr. Sports.

As for St. Louis, I owe it an apology. Remember those asshole New Yorkers I referenced not three lines ago? Well, I'm kinda one myself. And one of the main symptoms of the "Asshole New Yorker" syndrome is that you assume all other cities are completely worthless. Obviously there are some exceptions. I just didn't expect St. Louis to be one of them. I was totally wrong. Now granted, I did not go into the downtown area. (I could see the St. Louis Arch from my hotel - the Cheshire Lodge... more on that later - and felt no need to get closer.) But P and I had a great time wandering around the Clayton and Central West End areas.

Day 1 we headed straight for the New Cathedral. The mosaics there are breathtaking. I have never been to the great basilicas of Europe, but this certainly put anything I've ever seen in the US to shame. We then did a 180 and went to have brunch at the leading Jewish deli in town, Kopperman's. (I'll call it a Jewish deli, mainly because they served knishes, cheese blintzes w/sour cream AND whitefish... though at the waitress' suggestion I tried the less bony smoked trout, and I was not disappointed. But this place is NOT kosher, no matter what their marketing says. I mean, they served eggs benedict for god's sake! I'm not complaining; it drove me crazy that I couldn't order a milkshake with my corned beef sandwhich at the Second Avenue Deli. But c'mon... ) I loved this place, with its red walls, large-scale P.T. Barnum artwork and scratchy Ragtime soundtrack. We sat in the window, looking out on red brick neo-Tudors, wrought-iron fences and English-style gardens. And especially as it had just rained, the whole Central West End seemed to have that Europe-by-way-of-Woody Allen-movie flavor that always tugs at my heart. Add in the antique stores, art galleries, cupcake bakery and awesome independent bookstore, and P and I were hooked! We even called a realtor to inquire about a huge house for sale directly opposite the deli, on one of the lovely, tree-lined residential streets that itself was fitted with a wrought-iron fence. Newly renovated 3-story, 5 bedroom/4 bath with pool and hot tub for under $1 million. We were nearly sold, even without the knowledge that the house was currently being rented by one of "the Blues" (whatever the hell that is). But couldn't figure out how we would explain to friends and family that we were moving to St. Louis on a whim. They already think we're crazy.

Later that day we want to L's wedding. The ceremony was held in the chapel of the Student Catholic Center at Washington University. It was really beautiful, presided over by a Jesuit priest - a family friend of the groom's - who had been flown over from Dublin for the occasion. His lilt was so soft it made me tingle, the same way my Mysticism professor's did at Yale. (Yes, I took Christian Mysticism. I thought it would be an enjoyable gut class. It was very enjoyable... especially since the elvish professor's voice seemed to put me in a meditative trance. But I seem to remember getting a crap grade... well, by Yale standards anyway. Maybe I was too much of a neurotic Jew to truly "get" it.) L looked beautiful. Afterwards we walked to the reception in Forest Park. The best wedding band, ever! I could not stop dancing. Even at the end of the night, when my feet hurt and my eyes were closing involuntarily, I had to get up for Proud Mary (as did AW, who was quite the boogier... ). The whole "Motown Review" thing was excellent.

Okay, it's almost midnight and I am exhausted. Tales from Washington University, the St. Louis Zoo, and the craziest, campiest hotel this side of Transylvania will have to wait until tomorrow.

Oh, and one more thing... GO SOX!!! (Please don't hate me, dear Philly family.) -- D

Raisins

One of the nice things about living in this part of rural America is the fresh fruit. Obviously we don't have that year round. But we do have raisins year round. The closest "tourist attraction" near us is the Sunmaid Raisin Factory. Since 9/11 you can't take a tour of food processing facilities, but you can visit the Factory Store, which has tons of gourmet treats and, yes, lots and lots of raisins. I tell you this in part because I really do enjoy their raisins (particularly the ones dipped in dark chocolate). But also because it leads me to my favorite story of the week...

Since J was away the beginning of the week on a business trip, we invited H to bring the kids by before dinner Tuesday night for some play time. The kids were playing around the piano when I noticed what looked like a golden raisin on the carpet. I was about to pick it up when I realized what it was... T-man's pull-ups had overloaded and he was dropping some loads on the carpet! Okay, you know I am ready to have kids when not only did I not mind, but I actually found it adorable. Not that I am extending an open invitation to come over and poop on my floor. But hey, shit happens. (Sorry... I so clearly had to go for that one.) And it's a rental.

We're off to St. Louis bright and early tomorrow morning for L's wedding. -- D

More outtakes from rural America

Back from Carmel, and we had a chance to see Hillary Clinton speak on Monday in our area. I have no strong political opinions going into this election, but I got to be a VIP at this event (thanks to a connection D has) and I'm not working this week, so hey, why not. As I suspected, the bar for being a VIP is pretty low. Anyway. She spoke at a big city high school in our area, and was preceded by every local Democrat of any prominence, past or present. Oh, and by every high school performing organization you can imagine -- band, choir, flag and rifle corp, cheerleaders, Junior ROTC, you name it. You have to wonder if this is the most difficult part of campaigning -- the mind-numbing sameness of all of it.

Interestingly, the speaker preceding/introducing Hillary (Dolores Huerta) made references to Kerry, Gore, Bobby Kennedy, FDR, Ted Kennedy, but not Bill Clinton. OK, maybe not so surprising. More surprising is that she spent time talking about Nancy Pelosi and Eleanor Roosevelt, but never mentioned that California has two female Senators as well...

Hillary was hoarse, but her stump speech was reasonably engaging. A few awkward references to farmers were thrown in for local benefit, making me wonder how many farmers were attending political rallies on Monday mornings. From the look of the crowd of 3000+, maybe 1 or 2. Hillary talked about what it was like being a woman running for President, and said she was heartened by the number of mothers bringing their school-age daughters to see her, as well as 90+ women who had been born in the days before the 19th amendment.
Well, of course: Who else has the time to attend political rallies besides stay-at-home parents and retirees?

D and I are still catching up on our Doctor Who episodes. Most recently, "The Idiot's Lantern", a fairly strong episode. -- P

Okey Dokey Artichokey

Well, it's finally happened... we're starting a blog! And we're doing it from Carmel, where it's been a two-artichoke day. This may be the last time we write together. (P is convinced that if we insist on writing everything together, we'll never post anything.) But we're both here right now. Because really, what is there to do in Carmel after 10pm apart from start a blog while watching old Will & Grace reruns? (P would want you all to know that it's really me watching the Will & Grace rerun.) Thanks to H for inspiring us to get going on this blog (and for restoring my sanity). -- D

Our first blog and we're already including shout-outs? Is that what the internet has come to? Remember when it was about "push technology" and ActiveX? Anyway, Carmel is great, and we've been here quite a few times in the past few years. Small, well-placed, relaxing, and beautiful. Generally good weather. But mainly relaxation is the reason for coming down here. Certainly not shopping, unless you like trendy art, in which case, this place is for you! There's about a 1:1 ratio of art galleries to actual citizens of Carmel. And in 3 years of visiting, it seems like a lot of the art hasn't been sold... well, tomorrow it's off to see the Carmel Mission. We've been there before; it's an interesting piece of California history, and the burial place of Father Serra (who is memorialized in various places around the state). He founded quite a few of the 20 missions that dot California's coast, and while neither D nor I are Catholic, we admire those folks who would willing spend their lives trekking 20 miles at a time to get from mission to mission for years and years on end... D thinks we should start a hostel-like network along El Camino Real, the 19th-century road that connects all of these missions, and convince modern adventure travelers to make the trek themselves. Or, religious fanatics. My guess is that the former won't need to see more than 3 missions before wanting to do something else (they all begin to look the same pretty quickly) and the latter would rather drive than walk. Perhaps they'd walk it in the Holy Land, but not when In-N-Out is only a few miles away.

I'm taking the whole week off -- my first entire week off in 2 years since moving to R. "You're not really taking it off," says D, which is probably accurate. Stay tuned. -- P