The rooftop sunset with fabulous cocktails overlooking the Mississippi River or three creative chefs, competing to see who can prepare the best of three courses in the hotel restaurant below. This is the story of a night of exquisite competition at the Madison Hotel Memphis, one of the Bluff City’s great hotels. The chef of the hotel’s restaurant, eighty3, found himself competing against two visiting chefs, one from Las Vegas via Los Angeles and the other from the Northeast with a hint of Hawaii.
The alarm clock wakes me from a deep slumber, one that was induced by a long day and night in the summer heat. Only I begin to realize this alarm isn’t a clock but the curtains on our massive hotel room window being thrown open to let in the light reflecting up from the Mississippi River below. “Dad! Wake up! It’s time to order room service and play soccer hockey!” This “wake-up call” is from an 8-year-old boy imploring me to get going on this final day of our three-day father-son St. Louis baseball weekend. Continue reading
Surfers paddle through the break of the Pacific Ocean in the distance as I sit on a balcony with morning coffee in hand, observing it all. The Southern California experience is many things, and I imagine watching surfers paddle out from my hotel room balcony plays a central role, or at least in my experience. After a couple of whirlwind days in Santa Monica, finding a more relaxing vibe at the Cape Rey Carlsbad in North San Diego County brings us to what I discover to be the epicenter of SoCal fun.
Artists must have troubles. There must be depression, angst, love lost, anger or some sort of torment driving the art. It comes from the heart, whether in painting, musical note or written word. Artists are also daydreamers, they are passionate and they are flawed. Throw in a love of the road, a desire for isolation, a quest for pain in the midst of love and you have an artist. Or at least you have this artist. This is the story of one artist and some of those dreams in the note of life.
A cultural treasure, children’s playground, fairytale world of possibilities, crowded fantasyland, terror for any travel planner and a day of dread are all terms that accurately explained my outlook on our one day at Disneyland. I suspect Disney fanatics could … Continue reading