Inside the finishing tank

The Pearl Brewery in San Antonio has been transformed into an entire district of fabulous shops and a beautiful hotel.

The bar for the Hotel Emma is exquisite. Complete with the Distillery’s finishing tanks turned into cozy seating areas.

I thought the Story of the 3 Emma’s was hilarious. Otto was either really smart, having 2 mistresses with the same name as his wife, or really dumb for having 2 mistresses with the same name of his wife, as one of the mistresses shot him dead.

The Mrs. Emma Koehler went on to successfully run the brewery, and distillery all the way through Prohibition, and Pear Beer was the number one selling beer in the US from 1956 thru 1969.

Must have been all those happy German immigrants in Texas that made it so popular.

If you ever make it to San Antonio, I highly recommend the Pearl District for lots of cool spots to hang out, especially at the Hotel Emma.

Feeling ducky

Peabody time. I’m on the road again, and back in Memphis, TN.

The rooftop party at the conference was spectacular last night.

The Ducks are everywhere!

In the sidewalks, and on the table.

The soaps in the bathroom, the yellow Rubber ducky souvenirs…..ducks, ducks, and more ūü¶Ü.

Not to mention the famous Peabody ducks that are ushered down to the lobby fountains in the morning, and back to the Duck Palace on the roof in the evening.

Something at the luncheon didn’t sit well with me, so I’m back in my room, reclining on my duck sheets, waiting for my tummy to settle down, so I can rejoin the festivities.

Conference food….it got me. Quack.

A Day in Boston with my friend

I met him when I was 19, it was 1983.

Bill was doing an internship for EDS in Dallas. The Ross Perot Machine. I was a waitress in a place across the street from their Campus.

It was his friend who caught my eye. He looked like Alec Baldwin, and we started dating.

The Alec look alike was a lot like the real thing, and he didn’t last.

Becoming friends with Bill did. We went to the movies, we went to the State Fair, we talked on the phone for hours, had a fun time spending New Years Eve in Boston with all of his Greek friends.

When I told him I’d be in town last week, he went and made plans. Like Fenway, sort of plans.

He’s got some pretty cool season ticket seats. Right?

I had to go from Houston to Boston to get my first Sunburn of the year. Bill told be I brought the Sunshine, so of course I said ” Your Welcome!”

Then he and his wife took me to the Black Rose, an Irish Bar Downtown with live music.

The fun thing about the Black Rose was the music and the people. This wonderful lady with the most charming authentically Irish Accent offered me her chair since they were leaving.

Then we headed to Salty Dog for fabulous outdoor seating, seafood, live music, charming atmosphere, and wonderful conversation.

I love Boston. The Seaport District is charming, clean and fun.

I had lots of travel issues with the Boston Marathon being in town, but with public transport, you can’t fight it, you just have to flow. Thank Goodness for Uber. They are everywhere.

A few pics from the road

I’ve always wanted to go to a Ball. Darn it. I wish I had known!

My cousin Shari pointing the way to Authors ridge, as I geeked out about being there.

This is Ralph Waldo Emerson’s family site. His wife and daughter are on either side. There was an inscription on the back of his daughters grave stone that I struggled to see. But they had planted grass seed, and I didn’t want to hop the barrier to get a closer look.

I had some fun at a local tavern Friday night. The New England “charm” was on full display. My order went something like this:

Me: How are the Duck Tacos?

She: people like em.

Me: is the duck shredded or sliced?

She: I can read you the menu if you’d like.

Me: shredded, I will give them a try.

She: you want fries that?

Me: Fries with Tacos? When in Rome….why not?

She: this is Concord.

Me: I’m gonna need another glass of wine.

Happy, on purpose

It’s the attitude going in that decides the outcome.

I’m on the road for the rest of the month, and it’s intimidating. Travel tires me out.

So I’m embracing the grueling road trip with enthusiasm, and I will post photos as I go. I plan to visit some fabulous places!

Cheers all.

Fun and Games in Travel Land

Travel is not glamorous. It’s tedious, and a test of patience on most days.

With the recent Partial Government Shut Down, and several airports having to close lanes due to the shortage of personnel, I signed up for one of the ‘Fly-By ID check’ services.

It uses biometric data to assess your ID, so you an bypass the big lines, and go straight to the metal detectors and X-ray machines.

It was kinda cool. My iris’ took better than my fingerprints. I felt like Edna Mode, opening entering my design studio.

But the folks standing in the cattle lines weren’t happy when I was escorted past them to the Pre-Check. I thought it was awesome! Hey, you pay your money, you get your choice. I’m a big fan of open market competition to government cattle lines, and I fly often. It wouldn’t be worth the cost if I only traveled a couple times a year.

Of course it is a quandary. Why rush to get to the terminal when your flight is delayed? I only traded one wait with another.

9 hours later, I arrived in San Francisco, after delays, and delays, and connections.

Travel time

Sunset on the beach last night. The neon lights were for the beach volleyball that everyone was too cold to play. 40 degrees on the beach is a chilly, chilly night in Tampa.

Then there is the airport.

Empty airports are amazing structures. The pathways can make you dizzy.

You can’t discount the wild life on the gulf coast of Florida, even if they aren’t real. ūüėĚ

But the highlight of my trip were my neighbors last night at the Don CeSar.

About 2:30 am, I am awakened by groaning and moaning……Waking up abruptly in an unfamiliar hotel room, it took me a second to get my bearings. I listened as the moaning got more intense. Then the praising started. You know….great verbal encouragement from a female voice, interspersed with…moaning. Yep. My neighbors were fully engaged.

After a while, I don’t know if I was jealous, or suspicious? Was this real? Who in the world goes that long? They have to be Professional, and this is the road show. It was quite a session, impressive in longevity, and verbal contributions. I only heard the woman, until the end. Then the very deep male voice joined in with quite an enthusiastic, ‘OH YEA’!

Such is life on the road, in an old hotel full of Romance and History, and very Randy guests.

I tried to catch a glimpse of them the next morning, but alas, they stayed behind their closed door.

Oh well. Maybe it was the spirits of famous guests of the Mob Era Clientele who frequented the Pink Palace on St. Pete’s Beach? Maybe it was a mermaid who led a sailor astray in human form? Maybe it was newlyweds?

Texas state of mind

Traveling this week across the state by car, I find myself in a Texas State of mind.

What is a “Texas state of mind”? For me, it’s marveling over the diversity of the state, the vastness, the beauty, the people.

Yesterday I drove from Houston to Waco for meetings, then continued on to Dallas for my meetings today. Waco is so laid back, and easy. Dallas is not.

For example, I was grabbing some dinner and a glass of wine at Pappadeaux last night when 2 young men sat down at the bar next to me. Both were not from Texas, but one was on his first visit. They struck up a friendly conversation with the pretty bartender, and the ‘seasoned’ Texas traveler made fun on the ‘new’ one’s pronunciation of some of the items on the menu.

The bartender asked them where they were from. Both replied ‘up north’.

That made me smile. When you ask a Texan where they are from, inevitably they say Texas, and then they will describe which part of Texas they are from. Even if we are outside of the US we are one of the only folks who claim our state first when we travel abroad. We aren’t just Americans. We are Texans.

I know many from Oklahoma who will proudly claim their home on the first question, I’ve even heard some Californians do the same, but not many. Most Californians, in my experience, say they are from the West Coast.

It took the bartender 3 questions to get the actual state that the boys from ‘up north’ were from. They were from Philadelphia, PA. The first time Texas Traveler laughed that it was as cold in Dallas as it was in Philly when he left. Texas is one of those places where it could be 90 one week, and have snow flurries the next. That’s true. Last week it was horribly hot. This week, well the Airport in Houston saw some frozen precipitation, the earliest recorded freezing rain since 1979.

Since I’m nostalgic about my home, and a little worried that with the number of people moving here daily changing our culture, I found this quote from John Steinbeck from his book Travels with Charlie.

Unexpected, but totally appreciated

I’ve not been myself lately. Too much on my plate, and I got distracted, and a little careless. Careless is not a word associated with me, usually.

Last week, I sent a signed Real Estate listing agreement to myself, instead of the realtor. I meant to send transfer statements to my financial guy, but forgot the attachments.

This week, I left my wedding ring in my hotel room while out for the day making sales calls.

I left my tablet at the TSA point in LAX.

When I realized I left my wedding ring behind, I called the hotel to cancel maid service, but the room had already been serviced. I sent up a quick prayer.

To my delighted surprise my ring was right where I had left it. I indeed left a nice tip for the cleaning lady, and will contact the hotel chain to express my appreciation.

When I realized that I had left my tablet behind, I hoofed back to TSA (who were exceedingly kind) but no one had turned it in. One of the agents went to look at the security footage, and as I waited, another of the Agents walked past me carrying my tablet.

They were so nice about everything, and I walked away saying a prayer of Gratitude.

It’s so easy to berate myself. I’m a seasoned traveler. I know better. Why I’m so scattered right now? I’ll just have to chalk up to stress, and too many irons in the fire.

I’m so grateful for the kindness and goodness of the people I’ve been around this week. Amidst my distractions, I’ve been so blessed that my blunders haven’t cost me. I’m so grateful.

This could have been an extra frustrating trip, but thanks to the goodness of people, it ended up making me smile, count my many blessings, and Thank God for the good people he put in my path.

Maybe it was Memphis

Conventions, travel, food, and some interesting sites.


The grandeur of the lobby, the opulence of the ceilings were a great treat to enjoy at the Peabody. 

Yes, I gathered with the other tourists to watch the ducks.  It was cute.

We had a reception on the roof at sunset.  The river swollen and at flood stages.

The city is a bit dirty, decaying, and dangerous. So we kept to our packs, and didn’t venture out alone.


I’m ready to get home to my own bed, pillow, pups, and peeps.

Going away is a great adventure, but coming home is a treat.