Saturday, July 14, 2018

Forget All Your Troubles, Forget All Your Cares

Nor is it a pipe. It's from a site advocating that Parcel 5 in Rochester be used for more than an unneeded theater for touring Broadway shows.

'Scuse me, at this point I have to interrupt. Rob's coverage of Rochester's Midtown Plaza was good, but before our documentation heads west from Batavia, I think we need to talk just a bit more about Victor Gruen.

Thursday, July 12, 2018

Day 4, Parcel 5, "Let's Play Two"

the Clock of Nations by Geri Kavanaugh, the centerpiece of the now demolished Midtown Plaza, Rochester

Until we arrived in Rochester, the fourth day of our trip consisted of 3.5 hours on the New York State Thruway. Oh, and breakfast at the Latham '76 Diner, where the waitstaff argued over who would get to serve us.

Sunday, July 1, 2018

I'm Beginning to See the Light

Four days in, and already we've fallen behind.
We begin again. After a night with the weevils, the mice, and the recently paroled in a Westminster roadside establishment, we enjoyed the hospitality, delicious stuffed French toast, and nice fresh hash at Gabby's Place. Less than two hours later we were standing in front of the mesmerizing light-based work of James Turrell at MassMOCA. You want pictures? Go to the man's website. We're not here to infringe on anyone over anything. Better yet, get thee to North Adams. Suffice to say that Turrell's work is better experienced—particularly within the all-encompassing environments installed at MassMOCA—than described.

Friday, June 29, 2018

Data Drop (Program Fill Error)

We are doing nothing BUT incrementing, I''ll have you know.
Today was in many ways an archetypal Byways day. We:

Sometimes this doesn't feel like a good way to vacation—there's a lot of driving, and we can wind up more tired at the end than at the beginning—but sometimes I can't think of anything better. Maybe that's a failure of my imagination, but I doubt it.


Smoke on the Water

On the plus side, it was harder to see how few people were here.
The trip we've been calling Canadian Fourth is upon us, beginning this evening with the Connecticut Tigers (masquerading for tonight's '90s Throwback Night as the long-gone Norwich Navigators) facing the Staten Island Yankees. Or at least nominally facing—a thick fog obscured much of the action, causing outfielders to literally throw up their hands (not throw up in their hands, mind you) when considering the prospect of catching a fly ball. The start of the game was delayed about an hour and half because of wet conditions on the field, and this gave Rob and me plenty of time to discuss things like patriotism. More after the jump.

Monday, June 4, 2018

"Memorial Crawdads," memorialized

As Melvin has written, we saw some baseball over the Memorial Day weekend, starting with the Hickory Crawdads. We flew into CLT and drove to Hickory, North Carolina, where we started our trip with supper at the Blowing Rock Brewery. Tasty sandwiches, recipe book beer.

Noah Bremer throwing the first of 56 pitches, 10 of which would result in hits.

The 'dads, wearing uniforms depicting Washington crossing the Delaware, would lose to the Charleston RiverDogs 8-7. While we were at the ballpark, we sampled more local beer, this time from Catawba Brewing Company. More underwhelmingness.
When using the term, "craft beer," the modifier needs to signify more than the brewery has a small output; there needs to be some craft involved.
We finished the evening at the Crescent Moon Café, which restored our faith in malt beverages. I will finish recapping the holiday weekend after the jump (as folks used to say).

Tuesday, May 29, 2018

It Takes a Lot to Laugh...

Above L. P. Frans Stadium, with not a fighter jet to be seen takes a plane to fly. After an appetizer at Yankee Stadium (a.k.a. Where The American Century Will Never End) a couple weeks back, Rob and I met in Charlotte for a five-game swing over MemorialVeteransFlagPatriotsDay Weekend. (Not to spoil future posts, but despite the efforts of Tropical Storm Alberto, we did see four games.)

We started with the Hickory Crawdads. I've found that what I remember about our trips, generally, is not the baseball. In fact, writing this four days later, I can't even remember the visiting team. What I do remember is the weird roaring noise that accompanied the singing of the national anthem. At first, I thought it was feedback. After thinking about it further, I still thought it was feedback. Slowly, it dawned on me that we were listening to a Virtual Fly Over—there were no jets, just a recording mucking up the (tuneless) performance.

And then, as suddenly as the jets "arrived," they were "gone." It was economical, anyway, and good for a laugh.

Friday, May 11, 2018

This Season and Next and the Year After That

In his season preview last year, Melvin wrote
"If everything goes more or less as planned, 2017 could well be the antepenultimate one of Baseball Byways. That is, by the end of the 2019 season, Rob and I might be able to say that we have been to all the active MLB and MILB stadiums."

Everything did not go as planned, most notably with our decision to scuttle the "Northwest Blackout Yo-Yo." We will reprise the antepenultimate season with three trips this season, described below with a general plan for the following two years.

Tuesday, January 23, 2018

Not Stove League

It's been 12 weeks since Houston won the World Series in an exciting seven game series. I have paid almost no attention to baseball since. Hypothetically, you might ask how I have entertained myself instead, but mostly that is a rhetorical device.

Ten days after the Astros' 5-1 win over the Dodgers, I saw Jimmie Durham: At the Center of the World, a career retrospective, at the Whitney.

Thursday, August 31, 2017

Keeping Score

I went to see the Mets and Dodgers on a "Free Shirt Friday" that I assume will be my one trip to Citi Field this year.

I kept score, as I generally do when I go to the ballpark by myself.

If you prefer a verbal description, I can provide that as well.