While living in a small town I could not always find what I needed locally thus the occasional two or three hour drive to a city where I could. As time went on I found myself spending less time on the road and more time on the Web tracking items down. These days it seems one could live anywhere and have the world delivered to their doorstep thanks to UPS.
Can’t find the new Brad Gooch bio on Flannery O’Connor at your local library ask the librarian about requesting a copy. Don’t want to wait visit INDIEBOUND to find independent bookstores in your area. All of the above fail there is always Amazon.
Want to start an organic kitchen garden, but don’t have any friends with a green thumb, a local nursery stocked with organic soil or a pick up truck to cart the lumber back home. EARTHBOX may be your answer. Their Organic Ready to Grow Complete Kit @ $59.95 includes self-watering patio container garden with organic potting mix, fertilizer and natural dolomite.
For organic seeds visit http://www.burpee.com/.
A personal favorite for online shopping is GAIAM. Friends got me started on their yoga DVDs, a great alternative to heading outside in winter temps to make a 6:15AM class. Incentive to head to class pick up their fashion forward and environmentally friendly Beau Yoga Mat Tote (Gray) or Palazzo Pant (Black) made of organic cotton.
For cameras, lenses and photo/printing gear my fail safe is B&H Photo.
Trouble with the local cable provider or satellite there are plenty of options online. HULU is fun for past episodes of Hell’s Kitchen or catching the pilot of Parks and Recreation. Netflix is like Hanukkah or Christmas all year long. For a moderate monthly fee members will receive a little red envelope in the mail with episodes of Mad Men, Big Love and Weeds (Season 4 is due out in June). Recently Netflix also began offering some programs online.
To know Brian Willson is to know Texas (and Texas Longhorns football!).
While I was trying to figure out how to add a photo for my road trip post Brian got a good chuckle remembering his experience with Cadillac Ranch.
From Brian “I was actually in the big ol’ house of the guy (Stanley Marsh 3) who planted those cars out front. Some friends and I even carried Stanley’s entry in the Tri-State Fair Parade that year (three giant primary-colored letters that spelled “ART” — except we also spelled “RAT” and “TAR” occasionally). What a weird dude. As I recall his house had a monkey room and a grand piano that Van Cliburn had scratched his name into. His huge back green field had enormous billiard balls in it.”
In 2001 I traveled from Los Angeles to Maine with one of my best friends in a black sport utility we’d nick named “Black Dog” in honor of Led Zeppelin. It was to that song we drove into downtown Camden, ME and our VIP access, premieres and beachfront haunts slipped into memories. As the sunset and new friends poured drinks I thought of my time on the open road. Simply said nothing beats it. The wind in your hair, great unknown and adventurous spirit a welcome constant.
The Grand Canyon is the only place we could imagine starting our journey and so it was with this landscape we headed down the highway.
In Santa Fe we purchased beautifully crafted silver and turquoise jewelry, filled our bellies with traditional Southwestern fare like chicken enchiladas with mole sauce, visited a number of galleries around The Plaza and admired the sheer number of strands of dried red chiles which seemed to hang everywhere.
Austin was full of cheerful hipsters, a brightly painted motel I think has gone out of business, outside dining at local landmark The Shady Grove, really good coffee and a considerable selection of music (pre iTunes when one still shopped in person for music) at Waterloo Records.
In Amarillo we visited a cattle yard, got lost trying to find Cadillac Ranch (we eventually found the ten Cadillacs half buried in a cow pasture) and moved on to Fort Worth where we toured the National Cowgirl Museum and opted out of a mechanical bull riding session. After a somber visit to the Oklahoma City National Memorial and welcome visit with family we landed in New Orleans in time to venture down Bourbon Street. Apart from the elegant Commander’s Palace I’m not sure what remains from our visit. Surely the cemetery and Café Du Mondewith its delicious coffee and beignets, but what of the engaging and fun people we met.
A couple hours south of Birmingham we scored by a tour of the Muscle Shoals Sound Studio were everyone from Lynrd Skynrd to Etta James recorded hits and retraced the steps of the Selma-to-Montgomery March. With these lessons in history we realized taking time to explore America was really a no brainer.
For more pictures of Cadillac Ranch check out www.sandrafreylerphotography.com.