things to do in cleveland when not at a funeral
On a clear, blue, warm day, you can take your girls to the big Rock n' Roll Hall of Fame, located on the shores of Lake Erie. Why do you suppose they call it Erie?
Do you like the architecture? I do. It was designed by the brilliant I.M. Pei. It's suppose to look like a record spindle with some stacked 45s. The girls were mildly amused about the whole thing, which was good enough for me.
My father- and mother-in-law made the trip from New Jersey for my mom's funeral, which I thought was incredibly gracious of them. The whole lot of us visited the Hall of Fame the next afternoon. There was a big Life and Times of Bruce Springsteen exhibit. Mrs. Wife and her kin are related to Bruce (hence, the backstage passes of a few posts ago), so the family photos and history resonated with them on a deep level.
Father-in-law is a stickler for details, so when he found one small, teensey-weency factoid that was incorrect regarding Bruce's formative years, he quickly hunted down the exhibit curator and set things right.
This...
...is one of my favorite activities back in Clevo. Those are bratwurst on the top rack. Have you ever had a bratwurst? Oh, holy sweet Mother of Jesus they're good. Especially if my brother-in-law is at the helm working his grill magic. If you haven't had the pleasure, please stop reading immediately and run out to your nearest butcher and pick up some links. And if you can arrange it, have my brother-in-law cook them. You'll thank me later.
Dharma tip o’ the week:
Take it from me; it is virtually impossible to drift off into a state of meditative bliss while the lick from AC/DCs Back in Black is rattling around inside your head.
Do you like the architecture? I do. It was designed by the brilliant I.M. Pei. It's suppose to look like a record spindle with some stacked 45s. The girls were mildly amused about the whole thing, which was good enough for me.
My father- and mother-in-law made the trip from New Jersey for my mom's funeral, which I thought was incredibly gracious of them. The whole lot of us visited the Hall of Fame the next afternoon. There was a big Life and Times of Bruce Springsteen exhibit. Mrs. Wife and her kin are related to Bruce (hence, the backstage passes of a few posts ago), so the family photos and history resonated with them on a deep level.
Father-in-law is a stickler for details, so when he found one small, teensey-weency factoid that was incorrect regarding Bruce's formative years, he quickly hunted down the exhibit curator and set things right.
This...
...is one of my favorite activities back in Clevo. Those are bratwurst on the top rack. Have you ever had a bratwurst? Oh, holy sweet Mother of Jesus they're good. Especially if my brother-in-law is at the helm working his grill magic. If you haven't had the pleasure, please stop reading immediately and run out to your nearest butcher and pick up some links. And if you can arrange it, have my brother-in-law cook them. You'll thank me later.* * *
Dharma tip o’ the week:
Take it from me; it is virtually impossible to drift off into a state of meditative bliss while the lick from AC/DCs Back in Black is rattling around inside your head.
posted by The Unbearable Banishment at
5:00 AM
9 Comments:
Gorgeous building ... Love your your eldest has her arm around the little one.
Bratwurst, dipped in honey & lemon, then sizzled slowly on the oul BBQ until crispy skinned, washed down with a bakers dozen of chilled bottled lager.
Now thats what I call good taste.
Great architecture by the way.
I never knew that was the history behind the design I found that a very interesting fact.
Brat's dipped in honey and lemon sound really good, we will have to try them one day like that.
He is an awesome cook especially his ribs...to bad those were not cooking on the grill!
MT
mmmm that picture makes me hungry. i also didn't know the history behind the architecture of the rock hall.
No offense to your hometown, but I never could figure out why the rock and roll hall of fame was in Cleveland. Any insights?
I like your Dharma tip of the day.
Love me some brats. I also didn't know the story behind the architecture of the Rock n Roll Hall of Fame. I'm sorry for your loss.
AFM: The term "rock and roll" was first brought to the mainstream by Cleveland disc jockey Allen Freed. He didn't coin the term, but he brought it, and the music, to the white masses. Before it was called rock and roll, it was called "race music." Also, what is considered the first rock concert was held at the now defunct the Cleveland Arena.
RD: Welcome! Thanks for your condolences.
Record spindle? 45s?
Dude: Your kids are growing up fast, aren't they?
Do bratwurst have pig meat in them? If so, I'll pass. Thanks though.
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