While my sister will laugh at my love of ESPN Zone's fries, Baltimore shows that you can turn the ghetto into a moneymaker if you move out riff raff (the red light section) and you move in the stores, the aquarium, and the touristy stuff. Of course, you'll need police to keep the red light in its section (even if the crackheads wander out to beg for handouts, occasionally, you needn't worry since the drugs and the beatings they give each other makes them slow and incoherent).
The final weekend of August 2012 was spent in Chincoteague. In between dodging the rains, we did get to see a fair bit of the island, but it would have been nicer to go down with good weather and no traffic jams.
From its first view, I was hooked, and I knew Heather was too. That's why I only thought of this as the place for our wedding - and so it was. Definitely more exciting than the back patio of a stately mansion.
I'm not a fan of Philthydelphia. I don't like their sports teams. I haven't liked South Street since the first time I set foot in Camden Town (London), and frankly, other than a few clubs or a few odds and ends, I have no desire to be there. That said, here are pictures from PA's biggest city.
Terracotta Warriors, Philadelphia Art Museum, and the Rodin Museum as we wander around the area and have a splendiferous day. If you get the chance to see the Warriors, do so. They're so much better than expected, and we expected them to be great. Be warned - pretentious nudie art inside... probably NSFW, though it's art.
We went for Van Gogh, but there were other art works there, too. That said, it's art, so it's OK to do the nudie thing... as long as your religion doesn't object. Just don't touch the art... or you'll get yelled at!
A very nice place to go... free on Sundays, too! Their art collection is pretty solid, but like all of these places, if they don't want you taking pictures, they should have big ass signs hooked to orange cones that say so. I'm just saying.
Overall, a great park for picnics... some really amazing sculptures, too, though it's hard to take art critics serious when they can't tell the difference between a duck and a goose on multiple occasions.
Located on the Delaware River, this scenic art town is where grown up hippies come to live and aspiring hippies come to buy clothing and other stuff associated with hippie culture. That said, it's a nice escape for the day.
The sites of Reading, Pennsylvania, are just that: the good sites. Not included is the thuglife and scum that makes Reading such a violent city on the Morgan Quitno studies, but alas... that is just me opining. I am sure that in some world, there are feelings that I shouldn't be treading on when it comes to gangs and thugs and the criminal element of this fine city of mine.
If there's no time to drive far, at least there's Nolde Forest and its 14million trails that all intersect and confuse the beejesus out of people. Nevertheless, it is beautiful, though there's not really much to see there other than a stream, trees, and mountain laurel - maybe a squirrel or 2.
Hershey Park is happy if you're young, but if you're old and prefer something a little more natural from Uncle Milt, then the gardens might be your ticket. That said, we had to imagine what was there because it hadn't gotten warm enough for the flowers to poke through yet.
I'm just not a fan of anything in that city. Never really was. However, I really really really hate the Yankees. I loathe them as if they were Satan himself. That said, the only time I will go up there again is when they open the WTC Memorial.
I stopped shooting black and white film a while ago, so most of this stuff is taken between 2003 and 2006. I don't intend to add any new stuff since most of the pictures are really good as is. While some of this is OK, most of the black and white just got old...
A lot of concerts are here, but this is more about the stuff that isn't here: Reading Festival 1991 with Nirvana live onstage (when I saw them and you didn't) and a lot of the great earlier shows I saw when music still had meaning and originality. That said, if you ever get a chance to see the Polyphonic Spree and you don't, then you're lame.
I really used to like wrestling, but when 24 came along, I abandoned it pretty much for the duration. Now, it's just a mockery of itself and that's not even getting into wrestlers that strangle their kid and wife.
London was a period of my life (91+92 really), although some of it is from the next few years as well. I really liked it at the time, and I'm sure I would like to go back, but while England made me who I am, I'm not London.
I was on the Turkish / Syrian / Iraqi border in 1991. That was about 1 month too long. My time was for Operation Provide Comfort after Desert Storm. Basically, the special forces handled the security and no fly zones. I sat around a MASH tent.
Welcome to the world, Dylan Matthew! It's going to be a wonderful ride. These are all of the pictures of my sister's son, who just so happens to be my 21st nephew (or niece or nephew or niece's child!).
Saved from fading, a fiery death, or any one of a million other catastrophes that I could think of (but more importantly, from the ones that I can't think of - damn, I love paraphrasing Contact (an awesome movie)), these photos are from the 20's to the 60's.
The best time of the year for Longwood Gardens is also the busiest time of the year. Plan early and remember that traffic is hellacious on weekends and between Christmas and New Year so get a garden pass or get advance tickets. Prepare yourself for some elbows to the side and people not looking while they walk, but that said, prepare yourself for some beautiful displays and arrangements. Dont't forget to dress warm!!
Another great Polyphonic Spree show (my 3rd) in Philadelphia on their 2012 Christmas tour run. I would have loved it to be a longer set, but we're happy for the great moments and vibes that the evening brought (awesome version of Silver Bells and I'm Calling as well as guest appearance from Granddaddy's Jason Lytle for Neil Young's Heart of Gold).
I was once told that Mike Piazza's family purchased some of the former art town, but in all honestly, it doesn't matter because the creek is still a sweet little hike down with lots of boulders to play on. The only drawback is the graffiti and stoners that wander around the back woods, but all the same, they're too intoxicated to really be a problem that needs anything other than stepping over.
The photos that chronicle 89-93. All of the pictures that Steph donated to the cause and also the pictures that represent that period of time seem to fit nicely into this album that is named after kind and gentle Steph's alterego.