So Northern Virginia was a whirlwind of mostly my childhood friend’s parents, of whom I believe Zoe met a goodly percentage. Unfortunately we missed out on the Yis, Earnests, Krygowskis, and the Whites (& the future Charlie & Amy), but so it goes on these little trips. The train down was beautiful. Infinitely more beautiful than the Grey Hound bus ride back, but Dan was a doll and picked me up in Pentagon City and dropped Zoe and I off yesterday at Union Station. Dagny and Bill were the best, as was the blue VW Beetle that smelled of crayons. We did a morning of top roped climbing at Great Falls Park, VA on the Potomac River. Ate both Burrito Brothers and the at the Rio Grande in Fairfax on the same day! Man that outer beltway loop is sweet. Just like the rows of tract housing. Never thought walking around LIC would seem so…. sane, and quiet. But it did last night. And we do love our wine guy, who is on Vernon Blvd., and I believe the store is Hunter’s Point Wines but it appears he has not engaged the internet, as such he is missing out on a “weblink” to his business. [Ed: Okay, I found one: hunterspointwines.com it doesn’t seem to have “content” as such here is the hard address: Hunter’s Point Wines, 47-07 Vernon Blvd, Long Island City, NY 11101 (718) 472-9463 The owner is Paul Huston and he has a large dog]
I will have to talk to him about this. Anyhow, it’s good to be back in NY. Weird saying that. We went bouldering today at Rat and Cat rock. The sun was out. It was nice. I am listening to FLAC files of Johnny Cash, “American V: A Hundred Highways”. All is good.