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Just a few things I forgot to post here from the past few days:

* An actual selfie:

I took it through Facebook Messenger (sending to a never-met friend who might've seen me at the Thursday night game), but you need to give your phone permission to add it to your camera roll:

That was on the southbound ride.  I was pretty exhausted on the return, but I did notice one oddity just before detraining: when the Poughkeepsie train reaches Beacon station (my stop, as it happens), everybody cries out "BACON!"


* Comfort in a plastic glass:

Friday was uneventful.  I'd worked out a route through the backroads to get to Cooperstown- home of the Baseball Hall of Fame, probably the most significant tourist attraction in a 100-mile swath of upstate New York but located in the middle of nowhere.  The most direct route to it from downstate has you exit Route 17 at Roscoe.  No problem there; the Roscoe Diner is the talisman of my college travels, and yesterday brought the prettiest addition to my usual order there that I've ever seen: a genyoowine Noo Yawk egg cream.  I posted a couple months back about finding a place that made them here, but it came in a paper cup and just didn't have the look. This, my friends, is the real deal, properly presented in a plastic shake glass:

From there, I started following the signs to Oneonta, until there warn't none.  You're on Route 206 for miles without it even telling you it IS Route 206. Siri was no help, since much of this swath of the state is NO SERVICE land.  By the time I intersected I-88, I'd overshot the turn by a good many miles, so when 206 finally dumped me out onto 81 just south of Cortland, I resolved to just head home- which I made, in pretty good time. 

Once I was back in Bills Mafia range, the biggest sports story, if you could call it that, was this, um, parody done by the team's coach Rex Ryan and his twin brother Rob.  It's ESPN-only for now, so I can't embed it, but I surely can embed this response to it:

I know. Don't call you Shirley.


I think that's about it. Mostly a recovery day today, with lots of things being rearranged and disposed of.

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oxymoron67 From: oxymoron67 Date: August 7th, 2016 03:19 am (UTC) (Link)
Mmm.. Egg cream. Love them when they're ice cold.
nnozomi From: nnozomi Date: August 7th, 2016 12:15 pm (UTC) (Link)
I hope you don't mind a comment from a random passing stranger (I sometimes read your entries in the course of wandering across other people's friend-lists, and always enjoy your turn of phrase).
The Roscoe Diner! I grew up in Ithaca as a Cornell faculty brat, and we made the trip down to New York City twice yearly to visit family, always stopping halfway for a meal at the Roscoe Diner. Sadly I never had an egg cream, but I still remember their fried-chicken-in-a-basket.
Many thanks for your dispatches from nostalgic upstate; hope all goes well with you.
captainsblog From: captainsblog Date: August 7th, 2016 04:22 pm (UTC) (Link)
Thanks. I enjoy when new people find these.

My freshman year at Cornell, I roomed with a faculty brat. My favorite story of that experience was posted here back in 2011.
tilia_tomentosa From: tilia_tomentosa Date: August 8th, 2016 12:01 am (UTC) (Link)
Hello there! *waves*

Curious foreigner is curious about that egg cream thing. LOL I was very puzzled that something called "egg cream" looked like a drink until I went through your links to find out how it's made. It still seems foreign and exotic to me. :)
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