Born and Raised, a new steakhouse has been getting rave reviews for its food, decor, and service. I recently went there with friends, and though I seem to be in the minority, I won't be going back. Our booth was uncomfortable, the noise was overwhelming, and the food was OK, not great. We had heard about tableside martini service, but that didn't happen. Our waitress and busboy were excellent, but next time it's Flemings for me!
Tuesday, February 27, 2018
Born and Raised
Born and Raised: The "It" spot in Little Italy

Born and Raised, a new steakhouse has been getting rave reviews for its food, decor, and service. I recently went there with friends, and though I seem to be in the minority, I won't be going back. Our booth was uncomfortable, the noise was overwhelming, and the food was OK, not great. We had heard about tableside martini service, but that didn't happen. Our waitress and busboy were excellent, but next time it's Flemings for me!
Born and Raised, a new steakhouse has been getting rave reviews for its food, decor, and service. I recently went there with friends, and though I seem to be in the minority, I won't be going back. Our booth was uncomfortable, the noise was overwhelming, and the food was OK, not great. We had heard about tableside martini service, but that didn't happen. Our waitress and busboy were excellent, but next time it's Flemings for me!
Sunday, February 25, 2018
Babylon Berlin
Sunday, February 18, 2018
In Scotland
Standing on grey cliffs, the howl of the cold wind,
The sounds of white waves crashing through the mist,
Rain slowly and softly descending,
The North Sea reached out, stretching to the end of time,
Then I smelled the smoke of peat on fire,
I thought of the colors of Scotland,
I thought of the taste of the warm barley.
I walked over the hills,
And then across the moors,
Till we met by the fire of the night,
Where peace spread forth,
Like the warm wool,
Spun by stout hearted people,
Spun by brave men, born of the North Sea.
Standing on grey cliffs, the howl of the cold wind,
The sounds of white waves crashing through the mist,
Rain slowly and softly descending,
The North Sea reached out, stretching to the end of time,
Then I smelled the smoke of peat on fire,
I thought of the colors of Scotland,
I thought of the taste of the warm barley.
I walked over the hills,
And then across the moors,
Till we met by the fire of the night,
Where peace spread forth,
Like the warm wool,
Spun by stout hearted people,
Spun by brave men, born of the North Sea.
The Post
I recently saw the movie The Post starring Meryl Streep and Tom Hanks. The film tells the story of Katherine Graham's decision to print the Pentagon Papers when she was the publisher of the Washington Post, the family newspaper she took over following the death of her husband.
Psychologists will find Mrs. Graham's struggle and consequent growth interesting and enlightening. The actors do a great job, and the script is excellent.
Guns
Licensing Up
When I drove into the parking lot, it was full. This was not a good sign, but eventually, a space opened up, and I went into the DMV for my 10:00 A.M. license renewal appointment. Back in Massachusetts, we all avoided the DMV like the plague. A trip there inevitably ended up in frustration and anger no matter what the mission. Long lines, unpleasant service, and a lack of order were normative.
A large number of customers create problems. First, I couldn't hear the clerks due to the constant background buzz of people talking. This wasn't a big problem until I went to take my written test. A lady next to me brought her mother and her baby in her booth. The baby was screeching. Concentration was impossible. I had to ask her to leave. Then an employee was chatting with a number of people near me, and once again it was impossible to concentrate.
After I took the test a moody security guard didn't correct me when I got in the wrong end of a line. This wasn't a big deal, but by now I was stressed. Within this context, all the clerical staff was pleasant and helpful even though they were servicing endless lines of people.
Most people taking the written test seemed stressed, understandably so. No one wants to fail, and most of us don't take tests anymore. Some people were talking nonstop, and others were quiet, lost in their thoughts. I must say I was relieved to maneuver my Subaru out of the parking lot onto Genesee Ave. later that morning.
Sunday, February 4, 2018
Aspen Stories: The Post
Stories from the Road
February 4, 2018
Stories from the Road
I saw The Post the other night and liked it very much. It is a complex movie with numerous stories within it. Katherine Graham who took over her family newspaper when her brilliant husband, who suffered from bi-polar disease, committed suicide. Initially, she was a figurehead who wasn't taken seriously by the board of the Post. When it came time to risk government legal action by publishing the Pentagon Papers, she found her voice with the help of Ben Bradlee, her editor, and went against her board to publish.
The movie also examines the relationship of newspaper people to politicians, people they potentially have to cover. Typically the fear is that cozy relationships are a barrier to objective coverage. Ben Bradlee criticized Katherine Graham for her relationship to Robert McNamara, but I think it was her deep disappointment in McNamara's deceit about the Vietnam War that helped Mrs. Graham eventually give the go-ahead to publish the papers.
I remember John Kennedy speaking about his relationship with the press. He didn't always like what they said about him and his government, but he felt their presence was vital in a democracy. He would have it no other way. Such was not the case of thin-skinned Nixon and certainly not in today's times with irresponsible 45. The movie aptly portrays the struggle between the press and the government and how important a free press is.
Meryl Streep is terrific as Katharine Graham. Her nuanced performance captures the insecurities and self-doubts of her character. Tom Hanks was also excellent as the bold, hard-charging Bradlee, though his character was perhaps less complex than that of Meryl Streep.
Today is Super Bowl Sunday, and we are rooting for the Pats. We are taking the day off for rest and recovery. We'll be on the slopes tomorrow.
February 4, 2018
Stories from the Road
I remember John Kennedy speaking about his relationship with the press. He didn't always like what they said about him and his government, but he felt their presence was vital in a democracy. He would have it no other way. Such was not the case of thin-skinned Nixon and certainly not in today's times with irresponsible 45. The movie aptly portrays the struggle between the press and the government and how important a free press is.
Meryl Streep is terrific as Katharine Graham. Her nuanced performance captures the insecurities and self-doubts of her character. Tom Hanks was also excellent as the bold, hard-charging Bradlee, though his character was perhaps less complex than that of Meryl Streep.
Today is Super Bowl Sunday, and we are rooting for the Pats. We are taking the day off for rest and recovery. We'll be on the slopes tomorrow.
Friday, February 2, 2018
Aspen Stories
Stories from the Road
February 2, 2018
Snowmass, CO.
"He could hear the boulders bouncing by as he made his way from eddy to eddy. A bad move meant the Braldu River would have its way with him."
Andrew Embrick, M.D. was a bigger than life, Hemingway type character. After graduating from Harvard Medical School, he did a year-long stint on an Indian reservation providing treatment. Then he and his wife, also an M.D., settled in Valdez, Alaska. Within a short time, he became an internationally recognized expert in ice climbing and whitewater kayaking, which he learned from a book and trial and error runs with local friends.

He established many new ice climbing routes in Alaska and made numerous exploratory kayaking runs on Alaska's wild rivers. In the early 1980's he led a small group of kayakers to Pakistan, where they became the first group to successfully run navigable sections of the Class VI Braldu River.

Years later I hiked along this river for many miles to its inception from beneath the Baltoro Glacier. It was hard to believe that anyone could have paddled this twisting, torrent of raging water.
Andrew Embrick was generous with his care, advice, and equipment to the many adventurers who came to Valdez to climb and paddle. Profoundly moved by his time in Pakistan, he returned on a medical sabbatical years later. He hiked to remote villages and treated the local inhabitants, who rarely received medical care.
When he returned, he seemed quieter and more remote to his friends. He had laid out many cross-country ski trails around Valdez, and his constant confrontations with local snowmobilers resulted in his legal banishment from the trails.
Shortly thereafter he shot himself in the head with his 12 gauge shotgun. He was 53 years old. His suicide was hard to understand.
Vicki was taking care of her cold today and after one run on an icy trail, she skied in. I stayed out and found some groomed runs that were fun. At one point on Sheer Bliss, I was the only person on the trail. The sky was dark, and the wind was blowing. it was an eerie feeling.
February 2, 2018
Snowmass, CO.
"He could hear the boulders bouncing by as he made his way from eddy to eddy. A bad move meant the Braldu River would have its way with him."
Andrew Embrick, M.D. was a bigger than life, Hemingway type character. After graduating from Harvard Medical School, he did a year-long stint on an Indian reservation providing treatment. Then he and his wife, also an M.D., settled in Valdez, Alaska. Within a short time, he became an internationally recognized expert in ice climbing and whitewater kayaking, which he learned from a book and trial and error runs with local friends.
He established many new ice climbing routes in Alaska and made numerous exploratory kayaking runs on Alaska's wild rivers. In the early 1980's he led a small group of kayakers to Pakistan, where they became the first group to successfully run navigable sections of the Class VI Braldu River.
Years later I hiked along this river for many miles to its inception from beneath the Baltoro Glacier. It was hard to believe that anyone could have paddled this twisting, torrent of raging water.
Andrew Embrick was generous with his care, advice, and equipment to the many adventurers who came to Valdez to climb and paddle. Profoundly moved by his time in Pakistan, he returned on a medical sabbatical years later. He hiked to remote villages and treated the local inhabitants, who rarely received medical care.
When he returned, he seemed quieter and more remote to his friends. He had laid out many cross-country ski trails around Valdez, and his constant confrontations with local snowmobilers resulted in his legal banishment from the trails.
Vicki was taking care of her cold today and after one run on an icy trail, she skied in. I stayed out and found some groomed runs that were fun. At one point on Sheer Bliss, I was the only person on the trail. The sky was dark, and the wind was blowing. it was an eerie feeling.
Thursday, February 1, 2018
Aspen Stories
Stories from the Road
January 31, 2018
Snowmass, CO.
Buying rugs in Islamabad is different than shopping in Macy's or Ethan Allen. When we walked in the rug shop, our group was immediately met by the owner who beckoned us to sit in a circle around a pile of rugs. He then summoned several helpers and gave tea orders while he began asking us about what we were looking for.

He would bring out a rug and tell its history. It was made in this village or that village by struggling families. The figures on the rug meant different things. I felt I was in a history class. It was a fun process, but there was no way after the lessons, tea, and attention that you couldn't buy a rug. It was OK with us because we enjoyed the presentation and had planned to buy a couple of rugs.
The shop wrapped our rugs in hemp with a handle so they were easy to carry. A few days later we walked through Pakistani customs with them, and a man yelled at me, " You can't take rugs from Pakistan." I thought this was an interesting statement since rugs were a major export item in Pakistan. The exit process from the country had been tedious, and I was fed up. I yelled at him that I was taking the rugs and walked by him.
Later in the states, a customs man saw us coming and became agitated. He raced over and began cutting the hemp suitcase from our rugs. He screamed that hemp wasn't legal, and after he was through slashing, we were standing there with two rugs. It worked out because we bought a light duffel to transport the rugs. In his fervor, he forgot to charge us any tax on the rugs.

Yesterday was another good morning of skiing on packed powder conditions. We covered thirteen downhill miles in the morning and rested in the afternoon. Last night Kris and Zofia brought Polish sausages and Polish beer to our hotel for a picnic supper in the lobby.
Clark Renner will be pleased to know that I gave one of the hotel staff a putting lesson. I reduced the process to 4 steps. Get you the line, body still, head still, pull the trigger.
January 31, 2018
Snowmass, CO.
Buying rugs in Islamabad is different than shopping in Macy's or Ethan Allen. When we walked in the rug shop, our group was immediately met by the owner who beckoned us to sit in a circle around a pile of rugs. He then summoned several helpers and gave tea orders while he began asking us about what we were looking for.
Later in the states, a customs man saw us coming and became agitated. He raced over and began cutting the hemp suitcase from our rugs. He screamed that hemp wasn't legal, and after he was through slashing, we were standing there with two rugs. It worked out because we bought a light duffel to transport the rugs. In his fervor, he forgot to charge us any tax on the rugs.
Yesterday was another good morning of skiing on packed powder conditions. We covered thirteen downhill miles in the morning and rested in the afternoon. Last night Kris and Zofia brought Polish sausages and Polish beer to our hotel for a picnic supper in the lobby.
Clark Renner will be pleased to know that I gave one of the hotel staff a putting lesson. I reduced the process to 4 steps. Get you the line, body still, head still, pull the trigger.
Putting
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