I found this video and couldn’t help myself.
Have a happy and safe Halloween!
I found this video and couldn’t help myself.
Have a happy and safe Halloween!
Since the world is anything but happy right now, I thought it would be nice to find an old cartoon to make you laugh. Enjoy this Halloween cartoon starring Donald Duck.
See you next week!
San Francisco is a wonderful city with great food and museums. We decided to go to the “Summer of Love” exhibit all about the “hippy” days and movement that started in San Francisco’s Haight Ashbury district. The Museum describes the exhibit:
“The Fine Arts Museums of San Francisco present The Summer of Love Experience: Art, Fashion, and Rock & Roll, an exhilarating exhibition of iconic rock posters, photographs, interactive music and light shows, costumes and textiles, ephemera, and avant-garde films at the de Young. A 50th anniversary celebration of the adventurous and colorful counterculture that blossomed in the years surrounding the legendary San Francisco summer of 1967, the exhibition presents more than 400 significant cultural artifacts of the time, including almost 150 objects from the Fine Arts Museums’ extensive permanent holdings, supplemented by key, iconic loans.”
“The 1967 Summer of Love was a defining moment in San Francisco’s history,” states Max Hollein, Director and CEO of the Fine Arts Museums of San Francisco. “With the de Young’s proximity to the Haight-Ashbury district, our exhibition is the cornerstone of a city-wide celebration. The work created during this period remains a significant legacy and we are uniquely positioned to present this story in all of its controversial glory.”
In the mid-1960s, artists, activists, writers, and musicians converged on Haight-Ashbury with hopes of creating a new social paradigm. By 1967, the neighborhood would attract as many as 100,000 young people from all over the nation. The neighborhood became ground zero for their activities, and nearby Golden Gate Park their playground.
It was particularly amusing to see so many individuals wandering through the crowd who could not possibly have been alive during the movement but who were completely caught up in the psychedelic posters and bizarre clothing.
The exhibit is worth seeing just for the history of the times even if one didn’t participate in the movement.
And when you are finished walk outside and to your rights and wander through the Japanese Garden. Complete with ponds, carp and pagodas, it is a small taste of the elegance of traditional Japanese culture. It is even relaxing in a slight drizzle.
For fun one evening we went to the Fairmont Hotel that has a great bar and ran into a wedding party from Nigeria resplendent in their native dress and headdresses – some of which made my neck hurt just thinking of the weight of the cloth but were beautiful.
For our one night dinner in San Francisco we went with friends to Le Jardiniere, a wonderful French restaurant with great ambience as well as elegant preparation of their delicious food. (And the wine list is impressive as well.)
For lunch one day we just wandered to China town and ate at a 8 table restaurant that was full of Japanese and had fantastic shrimp and chicken dishes. No alcohol was served but the green tea was perfect.
It was delightful to be in mid sixties weather while DC sweltered in the 90s! A great getaway!
Once again it was necessary to escape the politics of DC and the hot and humid weather so we flew to California and Napa Valley – three nights in the Valley and one in San Francisco. What a wonderful break!
If you take the crack of dawn flight you arrive at 10 am with the whole day in front of you. We chose Fox Rental cars since they had the best deal on a convertible – and with gorgeous weather predicted, a convertible seemed like the best idea. (It was.) It was glow in the dark bright blue which did mean we could never lose it in a parking lot.
Our first stop on the way was the charming town of Sausalito where we wandered and asked a local woman who was sitting in an Information booth to advise on a great place for lunch. Her recommendation was Poggio Trattoria right on the main street which she said was a local favorite. It was excellent. Some of the very best food ever and the bread was mouthwatering. We had a Caesar salad and a grilled artichoke that truly were superb in addition to our pasta and risotto.
From there we headed to Napa through winding roads and farming and wine country. Cows and horses in adjacent fields to rows of grapes! Dry grasses and green olive trees and vineyards. It was a great trail through the back roads all the way to Napa.
We checked into the Silverado where the staff was wonderful but the facility definitely needs a facelift. Everything worked and was clean but age was making itself obvious. It did have a wonderful golf course however which looked to be in fantastic condition. Their breakfast was excellent – especially the eggs benedict.
Our first evening meal was at Bistro Jeanty in Yountville. Yountville is a wonderful town with the famous French Laundry restaurant as well as their gardens and gardens and quaint houses as well as wine stores and the Laundry’s bakery which has a long line out front in the morning.
Bistro Jeanty is wonderful. Traditional bistrot food in a traditional setting but it is very, very good and feels very French although the clientele are very American. We had a delicious dinner of rillettes, boeuf bourguignon, and sole meuniere. Don’t eat lunch though in order to consume all the courses you will want.
The next day was wine tasting. Our first was Black Stallion at 10:30 in the morning. The staff was wonderful and we found several wines we liked – red, of course. Their Pinot and signature cab. I, of course, fell in love with their logo and their top wine, Bucephalus simply because a horse is involved. (Bucephalus was Alexander The Great’s horse.)
Next stop was Del Dotto and their cave which was loads of fun but I wouldn’t buy their wine. It is interesting to tour a cave, but the wine was unimpressive in my view.
Next stop was Round Pond where we sat outside on a beautiful patio and were served canapés with our wine tasting. This wine was good and the I especially loved their top Cabernet. It was delightful sitting outside and perusing the vines.
For lunch we went to Auberge Au Soleil which overlooks a large property and the hills all around. A perfect place for a lunch based on the food of the area and time of year. The French fries by the way are stupendous!
Our favorite vineyard by far was the Beckstoffer Vineyard.
The Beckstoffer family arrived in Saint Helena over four decades ago to pursue their dream of becoming farmers in what was then a sleepy agrarian corner of the Napa Valley. Now, the vineyards are their home — vocation and avocation, their lives and our livelihood. With Tuck Beckstoffer Estate, Tuck and Boo Beckstoffer share with wines that represent their journey, their family, and the community they’re proud to call home. They are very passionate about their love of the vine and can tell you tales for days. They really do “want to improve the world through wine.”
The inaugural releases of 2014 Mockingbird Red Label and 2014 Amulet are an “allegory of path and place.” Created in collaboration with winemaker Philippe Melka, they set out to create Mockingbird Red Label with one goal in mind: to craft a graceful and timeless wine that tells the story of the Napa Valley. They believe that these wines “weave together not only memories, but look to the future of who and what this land will become.”
In addition to Mockingbird and Amulet red wines, Semper Chardonnay and Pinot Noir, Dancing Hares and Mad Hatter (both Bordeaux blends) are available for tasting at Tuck Beckstoffer Estate in their caves daily. Contact Jessica@tbwines.com to make an appointment and you will not regret it. We have already ordered our next delivery.
We stayed one night at The Villagio which was nice – a great location in Yountville – but it will be closed for remodeling in October – and it desperately needs it.
Next week San Francisco!
August has been an interesting month to say the least, but instead of discussing politics this week, I’m celebrating the 90th birthday of my mother, Marie. She was definitely ahead of her time – she was a journalist, teacher, and librarian as well as my mother. The most unusual thing about her though was that she was a woman Marine in the early 50s.
She became a Marine by mistake. Her mother thought the recruitment telegram upon Marie’s graduation from college was a draft notice. So my mother told all her friends she was being drafted into the Marines. No one amongst her family nor friends seemed to know that the Marines have always been a volunteer force. And no one seemed to register that the U.S. has never drafted women. She volunteered because she had told everyone she was going to be a Marine and she was too embarrassed to tell the truth. Plus, it was a way to be paid to move from Knoxville, Tennessee, to the Big Apple and she had always wanted to live in Manhattan.
A typical Southern belle to the outside world (but with an internal core of steel), she truly tested her sergeants during Officers’ Candidates School at Quantico. She was known for marching her platoon into the Potomac because she said “Stop” instead of “Halt” so the first row got wet boots until the drill sergeant issued the correct command. She would put all her uniforms in the Chinese laundry on Friday and then be borrowing furiously when a snap inspection would be called on Sunday.
The Marine Corps graduated her anyway and sent her to New York to be the public face of the Corps. She appeared on “What’s My Line” and “To Tell The Truth” as well as numerous game shows (which she said were always rigged). She was the Coca Cola Calendar girl in 1953. It was while she was in this post that she met my father who was her boss. In today’s world, they could never have dated.
When she married, she had to resign her commission. Because in those days Women Marines not only couldn’t be in combat but had to wear girdles and stockings (no wiggling please), but they couldn’t be married or, Heavens forbid, ever be pregnant. How the Corps has changed!
So from a double Marine brat, Semper Fidelis, Mother, and a very Happy Birthday!
A few weeks ago, while Trump was allowing the G20 to become the G19 with the US no longer playing a lead role in the world (now it looks like Russia, China, and Angela Merkel will dominate global policy and trade), we escaped to the Nemacolin Woodlands Resort and to see the two Frank Lloyd Wright houses near the resort – Kentuck Knob and Fallingwater.
The Nemacolin resort sits atop a hill and spans many acres with three separate hotels – the Chateau which is the main hotel where Lautrec, the Forbes Five-Star, AAA Five-Diamond restaurant is housed; the Lodge which is adjoining the Chateau; and Falling Rock which is the most upscale of the three hotels (private butlers are included). Many of the rooms have been remodeled in the last few years and are spacious and well appointed with large bathrooms. The resort also has every extracurricular activity that one can imagine in or near the property – two golf courses, spa, horseback riding, a casino, a small zoo, tennis, pools, shooting, zip lining to name some.
To us, though, it was the perfect base to see the two houses of Wright’s. Saturday morning we went to Kentuck Knob, one of the last houses he ever designed when he was 88. (He died a few months before his 92nd birthday in 1959.) It was built for a Pennsylvania family who lived in it full time. It was fascinating and Wright’s touches were amazingly thorough including using cut out wood trim with indoor glass windows where the glass could be opened so the breezes flow through the house as natural air conditioning. Sunlight and indirect lighting are used rather than overhead fixtures in order to have the property blend with nature. It is a Usonian house although it is much larger than the typical Usonian home which was designed to be an affordable option for the middle class after the Great Depression. Kentuck Knob is hexagonal in shape with almost all of its walls, built in fixtures and furniture either in triangular or hexagonal shape.
From their website:
“Kentuck Knob’s construction materials of native sandstone and tidewater red cypress blend naturally with the surroundings. The fully functional kitchen is the architectural core of the home. Its walls of stone not only anchor the two wings of the house but they also rise to penetrate the horizontal line of the copper roof. An open floor plan, cantilevered overhangs, and great expanses of glass effortlessly integrate the inside with the outside. Stretching to the east, just beyond the back terrace, is a breathtaking panorama of the Youghiogheny River Gorge and the beautiful Laurel Highlands mountains that surround it.”
The surrounding woods are seemingly endless and the sculptures that were collected by its owners create a beautiful walk through the woods after walking out to a plateau with a view of the whole valley below. My favorite is the sculpture of a German Shepherd which was commissioned when the current owners, the Palumbos, commissioned the statue after their beloved dog, Jute, died.
Saturday night we dined at Lautrec. What a great experience. The choices were either a 7 or 14 course tasting or a four course Prix Fixe meal. We selected the later so that we could taste more dishes. Every one was fantastic although the ribeye steak variation was truly an amazing variation of the big slab of meat that one usually imagines as a rib eye. The pasta – both the black truffle and the sweet corn – were excellent. By the time desert arrived, we were stuffed but managed to force our way through a fantastic version of a s’more and a lime and kiwi fruit mousse. We did have to take the candy from the candy cart as a “to go” however.
The next day was the 20 minute drive to Fallingwater which is one of Wright’s greatest works according to many. His career had been considered over until at age 70, he designed this home. Truly built out of the hill and blended over and around a waterfall and the forest. It is difficult to describe and pictures only tell half of the story. It was a “getaway” home for a wealthy Pittsburgh family that is cantilevered over the water.
From the website:
“Fallingwater is a house built between 1936 and 1939 over a waterfall in southwest Pennsylvania. Frank Lloyd Wright, America’s most famous architect, designed the house for his clients, the Kaufmann family. It instantly became famous, and today it is a National Historic Landmark.
It’s a house that doesn’t even appear to stand on solid ground, but instead stretches out over a 30’ waterfall. It captured everyone’s imagination when it was on the cover of Time magazine in 1938.”
It is worth a trip to experience the homes. Although I certainly can appreciate both house’s beauty and the art of the architecture, they would be hard to live in. All the floors are stone which kills one’s shins, and the furniture and even the toilets are so low to the ground, it would be hard for anyone over 4 feet tall and over 45 years of age to get up once seated.
It was wonderful to get away from DC and politics for the weekend and Nemacolin as well as the Wright houses are definitely worth planning an excursion to this area of Pennsylvania. The drive is approximately three and a half hours from DC on major highways most of the way or four-plus hours using the back country roads to admire the scenery.
I’ve heard many people wonder this week about how this country can tone down the extremes in politics. It doesn’t start with politics. It starts with each adult practicing tolerance and teaching it to the next generation. Whether you like or dislike a president, a member of Congress or your neighbor, there is no room for the vitriol that is spewing out of our media. I am not blaming the media for many people’s bad behavior, but I am saying that our vast media allows more and more people to be influenced and provoked. The violence we hear and see does adversely affect many people – especially those who are mentally ill.
I used to think my grandmother was a little old fashioned when she would make me follow her rules of etiquette and be polite to others. I now understand that she was using tradition to teach me how to be nice to others even when I couldn’t see why it was needed. Now I am grateful to all those little things she drilled into me. I’m sure she looks down from heaven and chuckles when I thank her.
I have friends who are on both sides of the aisle politically but we can have fun conversations about different issues without getting mean to each other or accusing each other of being horrible people or lying. Most Americans are like that. Most of us can separate fact from fiction as well. Maybe it is time for us to speak out regularly and forcefully when we hear or see the extreme behavior or outright lies. I was very pleased when CNN fired Kathy Griffin after her rude, vicious photo of a beheaded Trump. That is exactly what the network should do whenever anyone promotes that type of bad behavior.
After the horrible shooting this week at the Republican baseball practice, many of the various talking heads opined that perhaps now some civility shall return to our politics. I hope so but unless we all take the pledge to try to behave courteously in our own lives, it is doubtful that society as a whole will do so easily. I will start by trying to remember all of the lessons my grandmother tried to teach me and I will add one that didn’t exist in her day: I will turn off the television or the radio or the computer whenever I hear rude or vicious or inaccurate facts from any source. Even if I agree politically with whomever is speaking or writing, if I turn off the source, perhaps some computer in the sky will know that I don’t approve and pass that on to the advertisers!