I like the mountains but Angel Fire was too high.

You know how they call the top balcony in a theater or concert hall the nosebleed seats because they're so high up? Angel Fire is at about 8,500 feet. I literally woke up with a nosebleed every single morning.

Taos is better. Not just because it's a little under 7,000 feet, but also because the ( Read more... )

New Orleans was beautiful. Even the ordinary houses had that unique style that just made me grateful to be in the city every time I went anywhere.

But New Orleans was not good for me. I gained even more weight (I haven't weighed myself but I can tell by the way my clothes fit) and my lungs were not happy to be in a city. The natural food ( Read more... )

I'm in an AirBnB in New Orleans, on Desire Street. Actual Desire Street. There's no streetcar line that serves it anymore, although I wouldn't be surprised if the tracks are still usable. There's a lot more track in the streets than there is in the current transit map.

This city gets really wild with street names. Like, Elysian Fields is a major ( Read more... )

When I first lived in Boston, in the late 1970s and early 1980s, I was on the board of directors of the old Boston Food Co-op, which used to be in a converted tire warehouse near the Allston exit from the Mass Turnpike. It's not as glamorous as it sounds. It was a volunteer position that took a lot of hours, so although acquiring a seat on the ( Read more... )