February 27, 2004
SEA by 'plane.
Upon arrival at SEA, I wondered if one could get downtown by public transit. And it was easy: the online trip planner set us straight, for a $1.25 apiece.
93 pounds per day.
Bestow blessings upon venerable Neldam's Danish Bakery, where 75 years of kringle-eating, cake-devouring, and cake-making all add up to a delicious community.
Within a few miles each of the other, the East Bay boasts such luminaries such as Piedmont's Fenton's and Berkeley's 300-lbs-of-lard Kingpin Doughnuts. And who of the early-risers amongst us can forget Johnny's Donuts in Lafayette?
The Oakland School Board needs this.
Somewhere between laconic street slang and overinformed academic prattle comes
Word.
Bless this Old Tub.
The New York Times' Obituaries section always evinces a bittersweet smile: I enjoy reading about the unusual and strong people on these pages, people who have, perhaps quietly, made a difference in our understanding of the way we live.
Under the headline Master Bourbon Distiller, today I read that Frederick Booker Noe, whose name I first encountered on a bottle of bourbon, died. The 6'4" Booker said: "A respectable amount of bourbon to pour in a glass is about two fingers' worth. Lucky for me I have big fingers." (sound clip at the Small Batch bourbon site).