Little Rock, a journey

A day trip to Little Rock. Or more like a pre-sunrise to post sunset–dark to dark trip to Little Rock.

A very special client visit. Lunch at the historic One Eleven at the Capital Hotel.

A Christmas tree that was sooo tall, I couldn’t get the whole thing in the picture. It was spectacular.

Pats on the back from the retired partner at our firm.

A glass of wine to celebrate a job well done.

Now, I’m sitting in the airport waiting for my plane to take me home.

Families are gathered for their holiday travel. People watching is optimum. I especially like the little girls in their sparkly Ugg boots, and red sweaters.

It’s Christmas time, and families are making their efforts to get together.

Wherever you are, I hope you are safe, warm, and with someone you care about.

Can’t wait to get home.

A little get away

I was excited to get away from the Houston heat to Denver, and what do you know? The heat came with me. 100 degrees in Denver when we landed, no cars at Avis even when I prepaid for my rental…….

Things started off rough, especially since I was traveling with my husband.

He went with me on my sales calls on Friday before we drove to the mountains. I think he has a different perspective now on what I do…..he now knows that I drive a lot, talk a little, go to dinner occasionally, and answer a lot of email.

We drove to Rye, CO. Up the mountain road thru the San Isabel National Forest to Lake San Isabel to a lovely remote cabin.

Lake San Isabel.

The view from the porch.

It was off the roof from the cabin, so it we didn’t have to worry about bears. The owner warned us not to keep any food in the car, bears have been known to open unlocked car doors and ransack the interior for food.

We hung out at our cousins cabin too, and had a treat watching some Turkeys.

There were 2 hens and 10 babies. They were funny!

We saw mule deer, Big Horn Sheep, and lots of beautiful country.

On a hike with our cousin, he kept pointing out poop. Deer poop, Elk poop, Bear poop. The more he pointed out poop, the happier he and my husband became. He would show us how the bears had ripped up some old tree trunks, and stumps looking for termites. He would show us where the mountain lions would hide if they were stalking us. We saw a pretty nice mountain lion paw print in the soft mud.

I got a little nervous, and was definitely out of breath in the altitude. I have to say….the poop was interesting.

I wish I had gotten a picture of the humming birds that were interested in my red toe nails. I was reading a book on the porch, and I felt this flutter on my toes. Looking up I had a humming bird hovering over my feet, looking for a flower, or another humming bird feeder. I didn’t have my camera handy. It would have been a cool shot.

A storm blew through early Saturday evening. I had forgotten how the thunder sounds in the mountains.

Sadly, we had to come home.

It was a nice get away. No internet, no phones, just fresh air, mountains, and enjoyment.

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 🦆.

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. 😝

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?