Memorial Day Wknd., 2007 (Selected)
Took the train to Springfield, Brian drove me to Keene by way of the Northfield Drive-In and a brightly lit diner (New England clam chowder, strawberry rhubarb pie).
Next day, along with Chepina, we had muffins, watched an excellent high school baseball game in an idyllic valley near a babbling brook, and returned to Keene by way of the small town of Newfane, host to a stereotypically pleasant village green, the larger town of Brattleboro (patronized the co-op, did not see naked people), and the Forest View Restaurant, where they serve a mean bacon cheeseburger and apparently defrost their refrigerator slightly less frequently than the Red Sox win World Series. Later on we had hot chocolate at Burdick's in Walpole, bought some more groceries, and ate the first half of a kielbasa.
Sunday we ate more muffins, marinated the brats in some beer, and eventually set up camp by a grill with a picnic table in a stand of pines at a surprisingly underpopulated Wheelock Park, throwing the frisbee, grilling and simmering the brats (w/ beer, butter, onions), eating them on New England-style frankfurter buns, and drinking Moxie, America's first mass-produced soft drink ("Since 1884"). That evening, while Brian filed his story on the game, I took a nap before Chepina showed me around Keene, stopping at the coffeeshop where we looked out onto what is allegedly America's widest Main Street while I slowly regained consciousness with the aid of a fine latte. We also viewed the college, the private school where she teaches, and some nice old houses. Back home, we watched Hannah and Her Sisters and ate popcorn, eventually joined by Brian who helped finish off the kielbasa, along with some rather old cheddar. Abby, the dog, partook of the brats and the popcorn, but not the kielbasa, nor the cheddar.
Today I was introduced to Lindy's Diner (eggs benedict), surrounded by a parade and filled with holiday visitors. I also saw Bellows Falls, which had a nice divided, bi-level downtown, below which was the train station where I boarded just before noon for a six hour, twenty minute journey back to New York.
Next day, along with Chepina, we had muffins, watched an excellent high school baseball game in an idyllic valley near a babbling brook, and returned to Keene by way of the small town of Newfane, host to a stereotypically pleasant village green, the larger town of Brattleboro (patronized the co-op, did not see naked people), and the Forest View Restaurant, where they serve a mean bacon cheeseburger and apparently defrost their refrigerator slightly less frequently than the Red Sox win World Series. Later on we had hot chocolate at Burdick's in Walpole, bought some more groceries, and ate the first half of a kielbasa.
Sunday we ate more muffins, marinated the brats in some beer, and eventually set up camp by a grill with a picnic table in a stand of pines at a surprisingly underpopulated Wheelock Park, throwing the frisbee, grilling and simmering the brats (w/ beer, butter, onions), eating them on New England-style frankfurter buns, and drinking Moxie, America's first mass-produced soft drink ("Since 1884"). That evening, while Brian filed his story on the game, I took a nap before Chepina showed me around Keene, stopping at the coffeeshop where we looked out onto what is allegedly America's widest Main Street while I slowly regained consciousness with the aid of a fine latte. We also viewed the college, the private school where she teaches, and some nice old houses. Back home, we watched Hannah and Her Sisters and ate popcorn, eventually joined by Brian who helped finish off the kielbasa, along with some rather old cheddar. Abby, the dog, partook of the brats and the popcorn, but not the kielbasa, nor the cheddar.
Today I was introduced to Lindy's Diner (eggs benedict), surrounded by a parade and filled with holiday visitors. I also saw Bellows Falls, which had a nice divided, bi-level downtown, below which was the train station where I boarded just before noon for a six hour, twenty minute journey back to New York.
Posted on Thursday, May 31, 2007
1 Comment(s):
I was also in New Hampshire this week, oddly enough. Amazing that we didn't run into each other.
-Kyle
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