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Ice Cream and Beer: Perfect Together
We’ve experimented with beer floats under the assumption that alcohol makes everything better. But in our trials the bitterness of the beer always overwhelmed the sweetness of the ice cream. We could never get it to work quite right. Now we have proof that our original hypothesis was correct. Continue Reading →
Grounded, for Now
In what is probably the best free show anywhere, the Blue Angels practice their routines Tuesday and Wednesday mornings at the National Naval Aviation Museum in Pensacola, Florida. People line up early for limited bleacher seating, or a prime spot to set up their own chairs. Continue Reading →
Photo of the Day: Scorched Earth
Early morning controlled burns at Florida’s Falling Waters State Park left some areas looking like a wildfire swept through.
Confessions of a New York City Beer Bigot
The variety and quality of East Coast brews is one of the delicious surprises of our trip. I’ve come to realize that prior to setting out, I was a New York City beer bigot. It wasn’t that I thought New York City had a lock on great craft brewers, they don’t. It’s that they have great bars with beer lists a mile long. It comforted me knowing that I could walk into the Peculier Pub and indulge in any of their more than 300 beers. I assumed, wrongly, that once I left the great metropolis I’d have to settle for less. Continue Reading →
RV Jet Lag
The Central Time Zone is messing with me.
All my life I lived on the East Coast in what I naturally assumed was the correct time zone. Everywhere else in the world was ahead, or behind, but I was just right. Kind of like how the British drive on the ‘wrong’ side of the road and drink the ‘wrong’ caffeinated morning beverage.
I’ve had plenty of experience with changing time zones in the past, but always via airplane. I’d step on one of those magical flying ships and exit in a different world and a different time. Adjusting was never much of a problem for me because everything was different. And because I expected everything to be different, all of those differences somehow seemed normal. I’d simply tough out the first day, get to sleep whenever the clock told me it was time, and by morning, I’d be right as rain.
But driving isn’t at all like flying. You expect things to be mostly the same when you get out of the driver’s seat. You don’t expect your day to mysteriously lengthen to twenty five hours. And you don’t expect the Nightly News to come on at 5:30 PM, either. All of my adult life, Brian Williams, or Tom Brokaw before him, delivered the news sixty minutes later, at the proper dinner time hour. It was one of the known universal constants. You could literally set your watch by it. Now Brian is forcing early bird special meals on me.
And it’s not just the nightly news. All of the shows I typically watch start and end an hour earlier here. It’s like the Central Time Zone is rushing me off to bed. It’s either puritanical, or evil, I can’t decide which. In either case, this single hour change is messing with me in ways that no overseas flight ever did.
Everywhere Once 