Showing posts with label New England 2017. Show all posts
Showing posts with label New England 2017. Show all posts

Friday, July 05, 2019

New England Vacation Vignette 2: Another pleasant visit to Northampton and its classic namesake brewery.

2019 vintage.

Again in 2019, just as before in 2017, we made our base near Northampton at a delightful Airbnb just north of the city. I'm happy to share information about it, so contact me privately if you're headed that way.

There was less time than to roam than our previous trip, as we spent most of our 2019 stay with Diana's niece and her family in nearby South Hadley. However, we still managed to indulge two visits to the outstanding Northampton Brewery. Following is my account from April 18, 2017, which should be largely accurate.

Note: The Airbnb cat was no less friendly the second time. What a sweetheart.


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New England 2017: The many delights of Northampton, and a digression on Jonathan Edwards.


The old folks (that's us) decided to give the kids a break on Tuesday, and with yet another pretty day dawning, we elected to spend the morning and early afternoon in Northampton.

I'll get straight to the point: I really like Northampton. If it turns out we'll be making regular visits to the vicinity ... well, I can adapt. At our current level of income attainment, living there is out of the question, but visiting is a blast.

Street parking in downtown Northampton is exhaustively metered, and most of these spaces are 50 cents per hour. There's also a large parking garage one block off Main Street, which costs the same as the meters.


Adjacent to the parking garage is a row of buildings that includes the fantastic Northampton Brewery, and a few yards south of the brewery are two surface parking lots. The surface lot fee is only 25 cents an hour, and what's more, one of the city's many shared use paths passes between the two lots.

We parked, bought five hours of car storage for the sum of available quarters in my pocket, and started walking -- though not just yet on the shared use path. First there was the vital matter of coffee, and perhaps a nice doughnut or two.

These we found in abundance at Glazed Doughnut Shop. There are as many Dunkin' Doughnut shops in New England as drug stores in Southern Indiana, and they're to be avoided, seeing as numerous local (better) options usually can be found with a bit of effort.

Duly refueled, the longer-range stroll began. Two hours and stray espressos later, we'd circled northward through lovely neighborhoods, all the way back downtown, where I stopped to peruse one of the historical markers and learned about the life of Jonathan Edwards.


Not Jonathan "Sunshine" Edwards the musician, who lives in Portland, Maine.

Rather, it's Jonathan "Fire and Brimstone" Edwards the 18th-century theologian renowned for his eloquence. Edwards preached in Northampton during the 1730s and 40s, and even then the town was well-heeled, suggesting that spiritual redemption (Great Awakening) was necessary.

Edwards' tenure in Northampton eventually came to a messy end, but I'm fascinated to learn that he apparently was a more complicated thinker than some modern fundamentalists care to acknowledge. In particular, he did not reject science, instead attributing it to God's bounty. In fairness, there were repercussions.

Did you know that Jonathan Edwards died from a small pox inoculation? by Bob Schoone-Jongen (Historical Horizons)

... Edwards embraced the new science of his day, especially new techniques being used to combat diseases. When small pox swept into Princeton, New Jersey during the winter of 1757-58, Edwards, the local college’s newly minted president, got a shot from a reputable doctor. Thirty-seven days later Jonathan Edwards was dead from the shot.

Musings on the life of Edwards made me hungry. It was time for lunch, and where else but Northampton Brewery for sustenance and even more history?


Here is an account of a Best Bitter to return for, as written in September of 2016 after our first visit.

A lovely Best Bitter at Northampton Brewery.

 ... What impressed me most was a Daniel Shays Best Bitter. So few breweries in my neighborhood (anywhere?) bother any longer with stylistically accurate English-influenced styles. Northampton Brewery's version reminded me a bit of the ESB at Broad Ripple Brewing Company, though milder and at a lower alcohol content ... precisely as it should be.

You should be asking, "But Roger, who is Daniel Shays?"

Follow the link to find out about Shays, another interesting regional character.

Tuesday Phase One ended with a walk across the Norwottuck Rail Trail - Connecticut River Bridge. Neither bells nor whistles, just essential functionality. Perhaps some day this lesson will migrate to the heartland.





Our Airbnb hosts have cats, and seldom are felines as friendly to guests as this one.


After a siesta, Tuesday Phase Two commenced with a short drive back into Northampton for carry-out brick oven pies from Pizza Paradiso.



We conveyed the pizzas (mine had lovely anchovies) to South Hadley, where Jen and Ruby were waiting, and Ben was home from work.

He was eager to lead me on a further exploration of his garage beer fridge, especially a collection of high-gravity beers from Greater Good Imperial Brewing Company, which operates exclusively above a threshold of 8% abv.

This gravity sampling came perilously close to intoxicating me, which doubtless was Ben's objective all along.

Craft beer?

Craftier youth.




Saturday, April 29, 2017

Saturday, April 22, 2017

New England 2017: Hartford Whalers, Mark Twain and a Thunderous avoidance.


I recall being excited to read this article a few months back, primarily because I always loved the team's logo, too.

Is It Time To Bring Back The Hartford Whalers?, by Nate Silver (Five Thirty Eight)

It was one of the best logos in all of sports. A green “W,” and a blue whale’s tail, neatly using the negative space to form an “H,” as in “Hartford Whalers.” Unfortunately, they don’t give out Stanley Cups for graphic design. The Whalers didn’t have a lot of success on the ice, winning just one playoff series in 18 NHL seasons before moving to North Carolina and becoming the Carolina Hurricanes before the 1997-98 season.

But now there’s a chance the Whalers could resurface. The state of Connecticut is pursuing the New York Islanders, who are in danger of being kicked out of their woefully inadequate arena at the Barclays Center in Brooklyn. The team would play at the XL Center in Hartford, the Whalers’ former home.

How successful might Whalers 2.0 be?

Little did I imagine seeing a table filled with Whalers gear at a gift shop in Hartford's airport. Passing on a t-shirt for me, I purchased one for my friend TR, who shares my interest in Hartford hockey graphics.

What can be said about waiting around the airport? There was a decent sports bar and some "craft" beer and coffee. The rental car drop-off was a breeze, and the flight home via Detroit was uneventful. I wasn't dragged screaming from a flight or roughed up; however, we were on Delta, not United.

And I'd completely forgotten that Mark Twain had a house in Hartford. Meet the Lego replica.


We landed in Louisville at 9:00 p.m. and had the car on the interstate by 9:30 p.m., when Blunder Over Louisville lit up the sky with doltishness.

If only we could have stayed in New England all the way through Derby. Next time, I need to plan better.

As is my usual custom, I've been posting photos, commentary and links about our trip; the daily accounts were back-dated to coincide with their occurrence. It won't be the most thrilling reading, but in addition to whatever else NAC may or may not have become over the years, it's still a personal blog, and you're fully entitled to views of our holiday.

Friday, April 21, 2017

New England 2017: On a rainy day, a walk around the Mt. Holyoke College campus.


The Odyssey Bookstore in South Hadley had Ivan Klima's memoir in hardback at a very low price. I couldn't resist.

As is my usual custom, I'll be posting photos, commentary and links about our trip; the daily accounts will be back-dated to coincide with their occurrence. It won't be the most thrilling reading, but in addition to whatever else NAC may or may not have become over the years, it's still a personal blog, and you're fully entitled to views of our holiday.


Mt. Holyoke College is a women's liberal arts college in South Hadley, Massachusetts, just up the road from where Diana's niece lives.

Chemist and educator Mary Lyon founded Mount Holyoke College (then called Mount Holyoke Female Seminary) in 1837, nearly a century before women gained the right to vote. Today, her famous words—"Go where no one else will go, do what no one else will do"—continue to inspire Mount Holyoke students.

As the first of the Seven Sisters—the female equivalent of the once predominantly male Ivy League—Mount Holyoke has led the way in women's education.

Mt. Holyoke College is part of the Five College Consortium.

Five Colleges, Incorporated is a nonprofit educational consortium established in 1965 to promote the broad educational and cultural objectives of its member institutions, which include four private, liberal arts colleges and the Amherst campus of the state university. The consortium is an outgrowth of a highly successful collaboration in the 1950s among Amherst College, Mount Holyoke College, Smith College, and the University of Massachusetts Amherst, which resulted in the founding of a fifth institution, Hampshire College, in 1970.

Broaden the search, and education in the Pioneer Valley looks like this:

Five Colleges consortium
Amherst College - Amherst
Hampshire College - Amherst
Mount Holyoke College - South Hadley
Smith College - Northampton
University of Massachusetts Amherst - Amherst

Metro Springfield Universities
American International College - Springfield
Bay Path University - Longmeadow
Cambridge College - Springfield
Elms College - Chicopee
Springfield College - Springfield
Western New England University -Springfield
Westfield State University - Westfield

Graduate Schools
Conway School of Landscape Design - Conway, Easthampton

Community colleges
Greenfield Community College - Greenfield
Holyoke Community College - Holyoke
Springfield Technical Community College -Springfield

Perhaps the huge number of schools helps to explain the equally large number of bookstores.

It rained most of the morning on Friday. We'd already amassed steaks, vegetables and wine for an evening grilling, and when skies cleared, I went for a walk through the Mt. Holyoke College campus.






Later that evening, after the wine was all gone, Ben honored me with a final New England IPA. It might have been the best of all. These past few years, I've found big IPAs and like-minded hop bombs almost painful to drink. Invariably, they set my sinuses to shutdown mode.

However, on this most recent trip, I didn't experience this reaction. Maybe the Pioneer Valley is better for my head than the Ohio Valley.


Friday was our final evening with Jen, Ben and Ruby. We said our goodbyes (for now), returned to the Airbnb, packed and made ready for the flight back from Hartford on Saturday.

Thursday, April 20, 2017

New England 2017: A sunny day's walk in Northampton, and Rauchbier revisited.


The barista at Esselon Cafe asked me if I was a music teacher. I said no, just an intuitive drummer.

As is my usual custom, I'll be posting photos, commentary and links about our trip; the daily accounts will be back-dated to coincide with their occurrence. It won't be the most thrilling reading, but in addition to whatever else NAC may or may not have become over the years, it's still a personal blog, and you're fully entitled to views of our holiday.


We awoke on Thursday morning in a condition gradually approaching exhaustion, albeit of a pleasing holiday-like type. This was briefly remedied by a visit to the superb Esselon Cafe in Hadley.

Independently owned and operated, Esselon was founded in June 2006 and has grown from an award winning cafe, to a retail and wholesale provider of fresh-roasted artisan coffees, fine teas, and coffee equipment, coffee and accessories. Both our cafe staff, and our roasting crew, are highly committed to quality, consistency, and friendly attentive service.

The coffee, sweets and meals are first-rate (we returned both Friday and Saturday), and they've done wonderfully with a transplanted tin ceiling.


Northampton kept calling us back, and we kept obeying. On Thursday, Jen and Ruby joined us for a stroll through historic neighborhoods where we'd be lucky to be able to afford the shed in the backyard.

This caught my attention.


Absolutely no, insists New Albany's governing elite -- it simply isn't possible to paint a crosswalk.

Lunch brought us to Northampton Brewery for a second time.



Later in the afternoon after Ben got off work, Diana stayed to babysit Ruby while I accompanied the Brennans to Fort Hill Brewery in Easthampton, to which Ben had introduced me last year.


Lovely Rauchbier. A smoked golden lager was on tap, too, and we took a growler back to South Hadley for dinner.

From their web site.

Dinner was smoked lager from Fort Hill and carry-out from Autentica Mexican Food, which is located in the Commons opposite Mt. Holyoke College in South Hadley, walking distance from the Brennans.

iAutentica! offers a unique menu that features the famous red and green chilé, commonly associated with the state of New Mexico. Only the freshest chilés from New Mexico, the Mecca of where chilés are grown in the United States are used.

For the first time our whole trip, the Friday forecast called for sustained day-long rain. It didn't matter. That's why we have package stores.

Wednesday, April 19, 2017

New England 2017: Lots of Naismiths, and so a visit to the Naismith Memorial Basketball Hall of Fame in Springfield, Massachusetts seems fitting and proper.


As is my usual custom, I'll be posting photos, commentary and links about our trip; the daily accounts will be back-dated to coincide with their occurrence. It won't be the most thrilling reading, but in addition to whatever else NAC may or may not have become over the years, it's still a personal blog, and you're fully entitled to views of our holiday.


We've stayed at a variety of Airbnb properties since our first foray into the sharing economy back in 2010. Our choice of lodging in Northampton in 2017 was located just outside of town in a bucolic rural setting. It was exemplary. We had a private bedroom and bath, and shared the remainder of the house with delightful hosts who produced bagels and cereal each morning and dined alongside us.

On Wednesday morning, we mentioned to Rachael and David that we planned on a visit to the Naismith Memorial Basketball Hall of Fame in nearby Springfield. Rachael was delighted, and asked if we knew who Dr. James Naismith was.

"He was inventor of basketball," I said. "You can't fool me -- I'm a Hoosier."

Rachael proceeded to execute a 360-degree slam dunk, not unlike Dr. J.

"James Naismith was my great-grandfather," she said, pointing to the framed photo of a house hanging behind her on the wall. I'd been looking at it for three days without thinking to ask what it meant.


The key to the photo is the rock resting atop the boulder in the bottom left corner. It references the medieval children's game called "duck on a rock."

In “Duck on a Rock”, a large stone (“duck”) would be placed on top of an even larger rock or tree stump or the like. One unlucky player was then given the job of guarding the rock. All the other players would then have one rock to throw at the “duck” each, in order to knock it off the tree stump or rock it had been placed on. If the “duck” was knocked off before the throwers had all thrown their rocks, the defender will cease defending and pick up the “duck” and go on the offensive. Unfortunately, he does not get to chuck the duck back at the people who were just chucking rocks in his general direction. Rather, after the duck is knocked off, all the players throwing stones must go and retrieve one of the thrown stones and then make it safely back to the throwing line. After the defender picks up the fallen “duck” and places it back on the rock or tree stump, he/she is then allowed to run around and tag any of the players who have not yet made it back to the throwing line. If a player is tagged, they become the new guard.

Given a scant two weeks to devise an indoor game capable of being played in winter, Naismith drew upon this and other experiences, producing what we worship today as basketball.

In short order, we received an overview of family history from Rachael, and shortly thereafter David walked into the dining room with a pair of complementary tickets to the HoF, which he'd received, stashed, and forgotten.

And so off we went to Springfield.


The first inductees (above) and Ed Diddle's red towel (below).


Bob Lanier wore size 22 basketball shoes. Mine are 16. Does size matter?


We arrived early, and the court was deserted. Within 30 minutes, it was filled with children shooting baskets.


The late Craig Sager's coat has bits of real gold woven into the fabric.


The remainder of the day was relaxed. With Ruby at daycare, we met Jen for lunch in Northampton at a natural foods restaurant called Paul and Elizabeth's. which is located at the epicenter of downtown, within a fascinating feat of adaptive reuse: Thornes Marketplace.

150 Main Street has been the cornerstone of downtown Northampton and at the center of shoppers’ row for more than a century. Pressed tin ceilings, hardwood floors and staircases, and a host of period details give this contemporary shopping center an old world charm that belies its 55,000 square foot size.

Built in 1873, the McCallum’s Dry Goods store expanded twice through the Calvin Coolidge years to become the McCallum’s department store.

In 1975, Floyd Andrus, a local developer, purchased the historic department store out of bankruptcy and began a comprehensive renovation highlighting the original wood detailing.

In 1977, Brinkley and Gordon Thorne, together with their wives Mazie Cox and Annie Woodhull, purchased the building from Mr. Andrus, and renamed it Thornes Marketplace. In 1989, a parking facility was constructed behind the building connecting directly to Thornes by a skywalk.

In 2006, Thornes was purchased by a group of local real estate investors. The new ownership group has been working diligently on the execution of substantial building improvements to enhance the overall shopping experience at Thornes.

Today Thornes, under its familiar green awning, teems with traffic exploring the sights, sounds and smells of a contemporary bazaar. Locals and visitors alike are attracted to the vibrant colors and unique merchandise while helpful independent store owners enjoy being able to provide you with the highest quality service. 

On the other side of the parking garage? Why, Northampton Brewery, of course.

Meanwhile, in middle of this photo of Northampton's main drag, you can barely make out the Summit House atop Mt. Holyoke, to which we'd hiked on Monday.


Returning to South Hadley, Ruby came home and I foraged for leftover pizza from the night before.

Pro tip: Put anchovies on your pizza, and others dare not swipe it.






As a personal postscript, most readers already know that I've never had children, and tend to shy away from touchy-feely in this and other instances of interaction to which I'm unaccustomed.

This probably won't be changing.

However, for once in my life I can state that spending time with a one year old was providential for me. There have been too many deaths the past 16 months. Perhaps it was the right time for me to absorb a lesson about "life goes on," and who better to teach it than Ruby?

Tuesday, April 18, 2017

New England 2017: The many delights of Northampton, and a digression on Jonathan Edwards.


As is my usual custom, I'll be posting photos, commentary and links about our trip; the daily accounts will be back-dated to coincide with their occurrence. It won't be the most thrilling reading, but in addition to whatever else NAC may or may not have become over the years, it's still a personal blog, and you're fully entitled to views of our holiday.

The old folks (that's us) decided to give the kids a break on Tuesday, and with yet another pretty day dawning, we elected to spend the morning and early afternoon in Northampton.

I'll get straight to the point: I really like Northampton. If it turns out we'll be making regular visits to the vicinity ... well, I can adapt. At our current level of income attainment, living there is out of the question, but visiting is a blast.

Street parking in downtown Northampton is exhaustively metered, and most of these spaces are 50 cents per hour. There's also a large parking garage one block off Main Street, which costs the same as the meters.


Adjacent to the parking garage is a row of buildings that includes the fantastic Northampton Brewery, and a few yards south of the brewery are two surface parking lots. The surface lot fee is only 25 cents an hour, and what's more, one of the city's many shared use paths passes between the two lots.

We parked, bought five hours of car storage for the sum of available quarters in my pocket, and started walking -- though not just yet on the shared use path. First there was the vital matter of coffee, and perhaps a nice doughnut or two.

These we found in abundance at Glazed Doughnut Shop. There are as many Dunkin' Doughnut shops in New England as drug stores in Southern Indiana, and they're to be avoided, seeing as numerous local (better) options usually can be found with a bit of effort.

Duly refueled, the longer-range stroll began. Two hours and stray espressos later, we'd circled northward through lovely neighborhoods, all the way back downtown, where I stopped to peruse one of the historical markers and learned about the life of Jonathan Edwards.


Not Jonathan "Sunshine" Edwards the musician, who lives in Portland, Maine.

Rather, it's Jonathan "Fire and Brimstone" Edwards the 18th-century theologian renowned for his eloquence. Edwards preached in Northampton during the 1730s and 40s, and even then the town was well-heeled, suggesting that spiritual redemption (Great Awakening) was necessary.

Edwards' tenure in Northampton eventually came to a messy end, but I'm fascinated to learn that he apparently was a more complicated thinker than some modern fundamentalists care to acknowledge. In particular, he did not reject science, instead attributing it to God's bounty. In fairness, there were repercussions.

Did you know that Jonathan Edwards died from a small pox inoculation? by Bob Schoone-Jongen (Historical Horizons)

... Edwards embraced the new science of his day, especially new techniques being used to combat diseases. When small pox swept into Princeton, New Jersey during the winter of 1757-58, Edwards, the local college’s newly minted president, got a shot from a reputable doctor. Thirty-seven days later Jonathan Edwards was dead from the shot.

Musings on the life of Edwards made me hungry. It was time for lunch, and where else but Northampton Brewery for sustenance and even more history?


Here is an account of a Best Bitter to return for, as written in September of 2016 after our first visit.

A lovely Best Bitter at Northampton Brewery.

 ... What impressed me most was a Daniel Shays Best Bitter. So few breweries in my neighborhood (anywhere?) bother any longer with stylistically accurate English-influenced styles. Northampton Brewery's version reminded me a bit of the ESB at Broad Ripple Brewing Company, though milder and at a lower alcohol content ... precisely as it should be.

You should be asking, "But Roger, who is Daniel Shays?"

Follow the link to find out about Shays, another interesting regional character.

Tuesday Phase One ended with a walk across the Norwottuck Rail Trail - Connecticut River Bridge. Neither bells nor whistles, just essential functionality. Perhaps some day this lesson will migrate to the heartland.





Our Airbnb hosts have cats, and seldom are felines as friendly to guests as this one.


After a siesta, Tuesday Phase Two commenced with a short drive back into Northampton for carry-out brick oven pies from Pizza Paradiso.



We conveyed the pizzas (mine had lovely anchovies) to South Hadley, where Jen and Ruby were waiting, and Ben was home from work.

He was eager to lead me on a further exploration of his garage beer fridge, especially a collection of high-gravity beers from Greater Good Imperial Brewing Company, which operates exclusively above a threshold of 8% abv.

This gravity sampling came perilously close to intoxicating me, which doubtless was Ben's objective all along.

Craft beer?

Craftier youth.