I am a born tour guide. I love telling people about places, and if one were to ask me to take them around
First I would drive in from the west, since I live over there now. I use to come off I 90 on 151 but haven’t as of late. We’re going down town, so watch for a small street off of
My first apartment was on
Apartments made from old hospitals and doctor’s offices must be haunted, no?
Trees are changing colors now, and the air is skin-warm. The sky is so blue. People don’t believe I don’t Photoshop pics of the sky when I take them, so I just keep taking them.
We walk down
Stop into Community Pharmacy. They are a great haven for anyone looking for bulk herbal shampoo, ecologically friendly hair spray, or lipstick not tested on animals.
When I walk down
Onwards though. The Memorial Union has two distinct personalities. The one I prefer is the one inside the building. Old wooden tables scratched with initials, beer flowing from behind the bar, garbled talk, clicking of keyboards. Outside there is the tender wildness of the wind off the lake, those chairs everyone obsesses over, and sailboats galore. Music plays for free periodically at both places.
Walking back up State, I hear a bit of a conversation about the proposed rail line between
Lunch was to be had inside, as the sun was beginning to beat down by this time. I went to Nick’s, a place that reminded me of a tavern in