Such Stuff as Dreams are Made

Greetings from the road. We are in the quaint hamlet of Ashland, home of the Oregon Shakespeare Festival. We drove through a bit of a tempest to get here, but all is well. We hope to be home by Monday at the latest, the twelfth night of September.

We have a lovely room here at the beautiful Windsor Inn, and let me tell you, my wife is quite merry to be here. Ashland seems to be an international destination for the cultured traveler, and just last night we met two very nice gentlemen from Verona.

Dinner last night was at a local brew pub. Parking was tight, but we squeezed in next to an Alpha Romeo. Our waitress, Julie, was a bit of a shrew, but the Caesar salad that she served tamed my hunger. I had an Italian sausage burger with grilled peppers (no pepperocinis) for dinner. The amber ale, brewed on-site had a hint of citrus, and was fantastic. They also made much ado about their unfiltered IPA, but it was really nothing.

Due to the poor service, we passed on dessert. However, on the way back to the car, we passed a chocolate shop that had giant Granny Smith caramel apples in the window. Once inside, I discovered that they sold a caramel apple rolled in cinnamon and graham cracker, called the Apple Pie. Measure for measure, that apple was probably the best thing I have ever tasted. So, all's well that ends well.

This morning, while the missus was in a conference, the howler monkey and I attempted to use the public library's internet service to post a blog, which was witty and pithy, just as you like it. However the blog was lost in transmission and my session ended, so my ever-loving labor was lost. Following that comedy of errors, however, I was finally able to use my wifes lap-top and complete this blog from our room. The only question that remains is whether I will return for another dreamy caramel apple this mid-September's night...