I drove up to Hendersonville last night on a lark, slept at the Ramada, enjoyed a tasty Spanish omelette for breakfast at a locally-owned place that was within walking distance of the motel, then googled “coffee house, Hendersonville, NC.” Et voila. 7 a.m. and 27 degrees. Sun not yet up. Downtown not yet awake. I […]
According to my father (Yes, we’re back to him again.), though he never put it in so many words, there were three touchstones of greatness to which he and I could lay immediate claim. Those touchstones were, in no particular order, being of irish descent, being Roman Catholic and being from Carmel, California. Through various […]
Breakfast at the 85-year-old Westin Poinsett hotel is soooo civilized. The servers glide in and out, making plates disappear, quietly asking if this is satisfactory or if that needs a little more or less of the other. Always, always, “Yes, sir” and “No, sir,” never chatting up. Never “sweetie” or “honey.” Whether this is owing […]
