Wally Palmar

I had a layover in Detroit last week on my way back from PA. Saw a familiar face on the the tram. Wally Palmar of The Romantics. He was talking some poor guys ear off about playing the Neptune Festival in VA Beach that weekend.

Last of the photos from my PA trip

Bowling alley.

Rental in the carport behind the pharmacy.

BK Ketchup and Fries.

Wellsboro.

Well, I couldnt take staying in Mansfield any longer. It was about an hour to work, plus I was on the smoking floor and I couldnt take the stink anymore. It was suggested that I stay in Wellsboro, about 15 miles closer to where I am working in Westfield. A great choice. This is a cool little town. It is the home of the first mass produced light bulbs, and the little downtown area has lots of little places to eat, taverns, a theater and streets lit by gas lights. This place is also home to the PA Grand Canyon, which I hope to take photos of tomorrow. The hotel. Much better than the smokey Comfort Inn in Mansfield. My floor was the smoking floor and full of out of toen contractors drinking Bud Light, playing horseshoes, smoking Marlboros and hitting on front desk clerks. It sucked. No smoking allowed here at the Penn Wells. Apparently it was built in 1920's and feels every bit of it. I got an actual key for my room. The restaurant walls are lined with large black and white photos of people and the local area. It reminded me of something from the Overlook Hotel, but I couldnt find Jack Torrence in any of the photos..

1890's weekend!!!!

Looks like I will be missing the 1890's festivities this weekend. Such a shame, as I was looking forward to celebrating the birth of night football dressed in my blouse and knickers. I might have even shot my powder rifle.

http://www.1890sweekend.com/

More from Westfield and Mansfield PA

One light town I am working in.

Leaves are changing.

Another G6. This time a GT.

Almost forgot about dinner.

Found this place called Mark's Brother's down the street from the hotel. I thought it was closed, since it was empty. They sat me in the dining room, alone. Kinda odd. More people rolled in after me, but I still got the dining room to myself. It was really nice too, in this old Victorian house, so I guess where I was sitting was the actual original dining room at one point.

Westfield and Mansfield PA

In the fields this week. West and Mans. Tioga County PA. Lots of trees and lots of hills. Nice time of year to be hear I suppose, with the leaves starting to change. Today is the first day of fall, after all. The town where I am staying has some cool coffee shops, a bar, and some nice restaurants since it is the the home to Mansfield University. Where I am working on the other hand. One stop light. I think I may be forced to eat at the gas station. It's 40 miles from my hotel to the where I am working, in Westfield. About an hour commute due to the roads. I hope this week goes well. 

Crazy Stallion

Worked 13+ hours today, so I thought I should treat myself right. Crazy Stallion style.

MN

Got into MN really early this morning, nearly 10am. By the time I got my luggage and rental, it was 11. Still had til 3 until I could check into my room, and then off to the work site at 4 to do a pre-site inspection. What I'm trying to say is, I had time to kill. The Mall of America was right around the corner from the airport, and being the largest mall in the US, I had to see it. I have seen it on TV, so I was expecting the theme park inside, but not the aquarium. A mall with sharks. I wanted to go, but I also wanted to hit this record store that Erik told me about, so I walked around the mall for a bit, hit Johnny Rocket's, and off I went in search of Treehouse Records.
Thanks to my new friend, Mio Moov, finding Treehouse was a breeze. I was warned of the rough neighborhoods on the way there. Luckily, I think the usual occupants of the rough areas were elsewhere due to all of the construction. Waiting in traffic for a front end loader seems a little out of place in the middle of the city. Seriously, there was lots of street work going on in that area. So back to Treehouse. It has been a while since I browsed a good record store. Tons of used stuff, and a nice selection. I love the feeling of finding a kick ass record, and then putting it back only to find something better. I did that a few times. I walked out of there with 2 CDs I knew nothing about. I bought them on visuals and text alone. I have done this many times before, and still havent learned my lesson. N.F.U. (if yer gonna click this link, beware of the boobies). popped out at me due to the album cover. It was in the used section, so I was able to open it up and look at the liner notes (or lack of), and photos. A photo of 5 guys with long hair and 70s rock beards, one behind a Hammond. The Hammond, the song lengths (titled in Spanish), the 1978 date and the Hammond led me to think this was some Spanish prog rock. I was correct. I chose well. When I popped it into the CD player of my rental car/truck thing, I heard exactly what I was expecting. No surprises here. I also walked out of there with Stray, another band I knew nothing about. This one was in the "Psych" section of the store, so that alone and the back of the CD stating that Shel Talmy was somehow involved was enough to convince me. Another good excellent choice by me, I must say. I wont get into reviewing them, so read the comments and reviews at the links.

Later in the day, I hit the local skate park, Showcase. It was bible night, so it was only 5 bucks. They offered pizza and "pop" too, but I think Jesus learning was involved with that deal. I just paid the 5 bucks and went in, but not before explaining to the dude behind the counter where NC is located. Wow. Typical new school park. Lots of big box things and slippery ass ramps everywhere. I enjoyed it though, but it was busy as hell due to Jesus night. Jesus, I'm going to bed. I need to get up early.

Dinner. Idaho nachos served with tater tots instead of chips. I was going to eat healthy after my big lunch until I found out about these.

Nickelodeon Universe

Yummy Johnny Rockets.

Worst vehicle I have ever driven. If you see somebody driving one of these because they want to, run them off the road. They deserve it.

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Cape Breton

Glace Bay NS

From Cape Breton Glace Bay, Nova Scotia.

CAIdol, a look back

Canadian Idol recap.

Wow! One of the top 10 Canadian Idol finalists

"Poseur". Tonight is the final night with the final 2 competing. Nova Scotia is going crazy, since one of the final 2 is from there. Look at this schmuck. Niiiiice skateboard, ya hoser.

7-11, 5 grades of gas? And cheap.

Saw this in Goochland VA a few weeks ago. 5 grades?

Canadian alarm clock

"that thing is huuuuge" - tiny e

Cape Breton, Nova Scotia.

In Canada this week, oot and aboot. Working in Glace Bay Nova Scotia eh. Staying in Sydney too, nothing much to do. Almost didnt make it, no thanks to dose rotten people at Sunwing Airlines. Long stoory. I did eat 2 amazing meals here though. Haddock last night and Bok Choy Tofu tonight. I need to try the Donair while I'm here. It's everywhere eh. A Nova Scotia staple. I was told I need to visit Bras d'Or Lakes or the Cabot Trail. Maybe, If I have a enoogh time. Looks a lot nicer than where I am.

Someone here is rolling in the dough with these damn signs. They are everywhere.


Sydney Harbour at sunset.


Boats and the Governor's Pub in the background. It was built in the late 1800's.


Sydney's gigantic fiddle. I dunno either. Compare its sizeto my rental car in the background.


Ah yes, my Chrysler 300 for the week (weak).


NICEGRAFFITI


You can buy Rockstar with vodka in it here in Canadia. I enjoyed it.


I only ate 1. Tasted like a Squirrel Nut Zipper, but it didnt stick to the wrapper.

Last weekend, last show.

Hurrican Hannah came to visit us. So did Chuck Berry. Dovi made the trip down from Williamsburg in the storm to see Charles Berry play. We all had our doubts whether or not Chuck would show up. Hell, not only did he show up, but he went on early. He played like an 80 something year old man, but still awesome to see. Moments after this photo, it started to rain. Umbrellas went up and it was hard to see the ole coot on stage, but we could still hear him butcher his once great songs. Still, it was Chuck Berry. All 40 minutes of him. Poof, and he was gone. Seriously.


Later that night, The Suburban Sweethearts played our last show under that name and with Joe Yerry. It was an excellent show, probably our best. Hmmmm. More from us soon. Here's a photo taken by Karen Mann.


The next day, I recovered mostly from the night before. We, The Lindelof's, did go back down to Raleigh Wide Open to hang out with the kids and see the (loooong) fireworks. We also saw Lou Gramm. You know, the guy from Foreigner. Foreigner. Foreigner. Say it 3 times fast. I dare you.


This truck is parked outside our practice space and cracks me up for some reason.