Anne Playing Peekaboo at the MFA

We had breakfast with Dave and Ali. Ubered to the airport and then flew home. Joanie picked us up. Sorry for the confusion. Apparently the worse place to be on a Sunday evening in Saint Louis is the airport. The second worse, Schnucks, was my next stop. It was a good trip. We got to observe both of our boys in their natural habitats. Observations tempered by Heisenberg’s uncertainty principle. I only regret that we couldn’t spend all day with David and fly home the next, but Tuesday’s election looms and Anne is working as an election official. She didn’t want to arrive home late Monday night, only to have to get up early on Tuesday.    

Happy Birthday, Jay!

Jay on the Durango-Silverton Railroad

This was a great trip. Not just the railroad, but the whole vacation. Well, maybe not the whole vacation. I’m remembering now the Saturday night massacre, with a double feature at the ER after a course of mac & cheese from sweet Auntie Pooh, “Have some more cheese, my pretty.” At least Rey finally got his lactose intolerance diagnosed.

Vallecito Cabin

It was 2006 and Saint Louis met Seattle in Durango, which is about halfway in-between. We rented a pair of cabins just outside of town that overlooked a lake. Really just a damned river, but Vallecito Reservoir still represents a sizeable percentage of Colorado’s 0.4% water covered area. I saw there, but did not snap a flight of national guard C-130s that swept in low over the lake. I still have the bike. Dave has the car. 2006 was the Gnome summer.

Durango-Silverton Narrow Gauge Railroad

In addition to the train ride, we also drove to Silverton via the “million-dollar highway.” The other big highlight of this trip that we shared was Mesa Verde. Jay, thanks for having a birthday and the excuse to go down memory lane.

Spruce Tree House, Mesa Verde

Covering the Nut

Dan and “Life Underground”

The term originated from the Old West. When a peddler came to a new town and needed a room for the night, but didn’t have any money, the hotel keeper would take the hub or nut from their wagon wheel as collateral. If enough was sold, the nut was covered.

Dan is working in NYC. He has a new apartment in the Crown Heights section of Brooklyn, which we will be camping in later this month. He is currently holding down two jobs to cover his nut.

His old job is the Macy’s Christmas windows one, which progress well, but has recently begun to be supplanted by a more lucrative one. This one is a union job. Dan has been working as a carpenter, constructing sets for two new TV series. The first is a Showtime mini-series The Loudest Voice in the Room, a Roger Ailes bio-pic, starring Russell Crowe. The other show is NBC’s The Village, an upcoming TV series about modern life in a Brooklyn apartment building.

Dan is not exactly hobnobbing with the likes of Crowe, although he did see Forest Whitaker. Something to do with hammering and the use of loud power tools not exactly being conducive to video recording. At NBC the workshop is situated below the sound stages and each large power tool comes with a light overhead that indicates when it can and cannot be used. I joked about waiting for explosions or gunfire. He doesn’t like the early calls or the long commute to Queens, but as an adjunct union member, he finds the pay to be quite nice.