travel – Bob Ike’s blog

LT and the future of clean

Today’s departure morning left us temporarily homeless. AirBnB checkout was 10 and our Amtrak 352 to Ann Arbor didn’t leave till 1:25. Fortunately, an Amtrak business class ticket provides wonderful shelter in the Metropolitan Lounge, missing only free beer to make it a thoroughly satisfying experience. But that time of morning, we were looking moreContinue reading “LT and the future of clean”

drink down Dunedin

This all happened last weekend. We took the sunshine home from Florida, but dropped about 45 degrees. I hope you’ll feel as warm after reading through this as I still do. Remember, flights to TPA are cheap. Our adventure actually began at least a day before, maybe two. We departed TPA Friday morning after anContinue reading “drink down Dunedin”

ein prächtiges Pissoir

I hadn’t discovered blogging yet in June 2016 as Kathy and I were cruising down the Danube from Nurenburg to Budapest on the Viking Alta, but I still occasionally wrote things down for my own amusement. I found one sight at our third stop particularly inspiring. I came across the record in my leisure andContinue reading “ein prächtiges Pissoir”

LJ here we come!

I’ve kept a journal devoted to San Diego (La Jolla, mostly) for over 3 ½ years. I started it when my wife and I landed there in January ’17 for my 3 month sabbatical at UCSD. We decided it would be fun to record our impressions of the place, especially the restaurants and bars. WeContinue reading “LJ here we come!”

Ice at the US Grant

Ulysses S. Grant won the Civil War and two terms of the presidency, then wrote a still-acclaimed autobiography explaining it all while swilling liberal draughts of whisky from vessels that saw nary an ice cube. For a while after checking into the luxurious downtown San Diego hotel his son built, I thought he was expectingContinue reading “Ice at the US Grant”

Way too early on a Friday morning January 17th: a pre-travelogue

The squealing CPAP mask said times up so here I am in my bathrobe a little after 3, drinking tea and trying to coax some new flames out of the embers of last night’s fire. Maybe I’m the kid on Christmas morning impatiently eager to get at the goodies the day is promising to bring. Continue reading “Way too early on a Friday morning January 17th: a pre-travelogue”