
With check out at 11am, and a flight at 9:30pm, I had a buttload of time to kill today. Continue reading

With check out at 11am, and a flight at 9:30pm, I had a buttload of time to kill today. Continue reading
I was about to sit down on my hammock on the roof deck yesterday. But something caught my eye.
“Is that what I think it is?”

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You can tell a lot about a neighborhood by the graffiti on the bathroom walls.
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The Greek Omelet sounded like a good choice at Tavern on Rush.
But it wasn’t a good choice. It sucked. The spinach was watery. And they didn’t cut it up, so you’d get these big wads of wet spinach. Also, it was bland.

There’s a coffee shop in Chicago called the Bourgeois Pig. They make a terrific breakfast burrito, generously stuffed with scrambled egg, onions, cheese, bacon and sour cream.

I don’t know what I was thinking booking a 6:50 am flight to Chicago.
Probably “6:50’s not that early.”
But I forgot about the “you have to get to the airport 2 hours early part.” So I was up at 4:00 am.
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This morning I got up early, checked out of the hotel and drove to Westport, CT. Continue reading

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You’re reading this because I didn’t die.
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“Oh shit.”
That’s what I said as I stood on Calf’s Pasture Beach, looking across the water for Long Island.
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DISCLAIMER: This entry contains more pics from the market. Don’t worry. All of the food is free range. Including the asparagus. However, if you don’t want to see the pictures of meat and veg, and would prefer to live in happy oblivion, you can go here instead.