Along the Via Dolorosa, Way of Grief. The top photo is of an impression of Jesus’ hand as he stumbled while carrying the cross. Top row middle, Station VII along the way where Jesus fell a second time. Church of the Holy Sepulcher. Entry to the tomb. This site has a telling of Via Dolorosa
Memphis Zoo and Aquarium, Memphis. Memphis, Tennessee. Traveling Sunday– a day late on account of the fact that we were traveling! The hotels in downtown Memphis are to be avoided at all costs. The SleepInn elevator (1) malfunctioned. Stopped at every unoccupied floor on the way to 5 & 6 and back down again We
The zoo opens at 9am. FYI, traveling with a mini electric kettle, Melitta ‘morning bliss’ coffee, two ceramic mugs, and a pour over cone sure does make waking up early in a pretty crappy* downtown Memphis hotel room more tolerable. *I have spared you the under construction details.
8:30am, March 7, 2019 “Due to circumstances beyond our control… .” That’s a funny phrase. Many circumstances are not beyond our control, in retrospect. In retrospect, we did not need to go to Denver. Had we not, we would have been able to engage the nice young couple who Farm-sat through the storms a few
Hobbiton, New Zealand! From Kat & Tony’s Newsletter: To get to Hobbiton, you drive into farm country. Actually, most of New Zealand is farm country, but in this case you drive into places where it’s tough to get a cell signal. We arrived late the night before — late enough that we weren’t sure whether
Humm. Scheduled to depart Chicago 10:26. 29>26 Mr. Big Food is keeping himself busy by reading some business ethics text. Case studies & all. Enron. Walmart. Birkenstock’s. That sort of thing. Many people are keeping themselves busy by drinking alcohol at 10:29am. And looking at their phones, of course. But hey— what am I doing?
“All warfare is based on deception. “Hence, when able to attack, we must seem unable; when using our forces, we must seem inactive; when we are near, we must make the enemy believe we are far away; when far away, we must make him believe we are near. 20. Hold out baits to entice the
I have no idea how a theoretical physicist living in Sophia, Bulgaria came to follow my little blog. The polite thing to do when someone inexplicably follows is to– as WP asks me to do– is “check them out” (grammatically incorrect, WP). More often than not, I move on with my life. But sometimes… you
In order to realize the beauty of man we must realize his connection to nature. Walter Inglis Anderson More coming soon– including The Little Room!
Might warm up the joint a bit. It’s cold out there!
Begun last evening and finished this evening. Beginning December 17th with a trip through the dense frozen fog from The Farm to Tupelo, and ending tomorrow, December 24th with the last leg of our Holiday travels— northern Georgia back to The Farm— and not including side trips to Starkvegas, Town, and the DG in the
The Old City in Jerusalem was as close as we got to Bethlehem a couple of years ago, so I’m revisiting some of the photographs I took. Recall, as part of Mr. Big Food’s invited Bar Hillel Lectures, Hebrew University treated us to a private tour of the Old City– just two grad students, the
My extensive research– going back to Webster’s Elementary-School Dictionary, 1925 edition– suggests that ‘patron’ and ‘customer’ are synonyms. But as the kids say, “Whatevs.” No homeless allowed. Though technically this sign could be interpreted as “No shoppers who do not purchase anything allowed,” right? There are an estimated 400 unsanctioned tent encampments in Seattle. What, exactly,
As come across on Whidbley Island, Washington USA
The giveaways: Top photo: That’s not my leather sack; it’s my new water repellent nylon/polyester pack in front of my new water repellent long puffy coat. Bottom photo: That’s not the Mississippi Gulf Coast; it’s the Pacific Ocean. Other than that, it’s Halloween night in a small town with very little wifi, lots of rain
Coming up in a day or two.
Red Rocks, a major rock climbing destination just north of Las Vegas, is spectacular. Unfortunately, the morning our pal Bill— an amateur climber of some fame— drove us out, it was raining. Go figure. This was not the first— that would be snow in Savannah, remember?— nor would it be the last— stay tuned!—of the
San Antonio was not what I expected. This was not San Antonio’s fault. It was mine. Had I done more research— which is to say any— I would have discovered that SA purposefully turned itself into a convention center. God, there were a lot of people. Everywhere. I was expecting a Texas version of Savanah,
in old Jerusalem. More as I begin processing a four hour tour covering three thousand years or more. For now now, though, having seen the ruin some folks inflict on other, I found it hopeful that the Jewish State has purposefully set aside some ancient areas for future generations to excavate. In other words, the