The Highland Games
Picture the rolling hills of Scotland, heather and grass, a green so deep that it hurts your eyes. Perhaps a beautiful loch or an imposing glen in the background. Och, aye, the Highland Games. Caber tossing, hurling a Braemar stone, throwing the hammer, and any number of other feats of skill and strength. Perfectly idyllic.
While Brengle Terrace Park in Vista, CA is a long way from the Highlands, it was the home of the San Diego version of the Highland Games. Large men and women were throwing large things about on a baseball field devoid of grass. And while Brengle Terrace is a bit urban, it does have expanses of grass and more than a few rolling hills. Highland dancing, sheep dog competitions, piping contests, and music. Opening ceremonies included a parade of the clans, with the Wallace clan predictably shouting "Freedom!" and the MacLaren's marching about with arms thrust into rather disturbing sheep puppet facsimiles...don't go there; I didn't.
We heard two terrific bands, Highland Way, anchored by Brian Caldwell, a native Glaswegian, and The Wicked Tinkers, a bagpipes and drums led by Aaron Shaw, also featuring a rather interesting contribution by that odd Australian instrument, the didgeridoo.
And a stop to see my good friend, Ray Pearson, The Whiskeymeister (check him our on Facebook.) Ray plied me with a wee dram of Glenrothes and we planned the next meeting of the Vice Squad, of which I proudly serve as Vice Chairman. We are devoted to single malts and cigars, two noble vices worthy of Winston Churchill's admiration.
For those who must hear the strains of pipes and drums, click above.
Care and Feeding of Your Humidor
At a recent meeting of the Del Mar Cigar Club, Jim Boldt of Payne-Mason Cigars gave us a lesson on preparing and maintaining our humidors.
1.) The humidor should be lined with Spanish cedar.
2.) Make certain that when you close the lid, you don't hear a noisy crack, but instead a soft thunk. Think of the door of a Mercedes Benz closing. If you hear a crack or slap, the seal is not sufficient to keep your cigars at the proper humidity.
3.) Before putting your wee darlings into the humidor, cure the humidor by lightly spraying a cloth with distilled water and wiping down the interior. Do this several times a day. The cedar's pores will close, thus preventing the wood from absorbing water.
4.) Keep the humidor away from direct sunlight.
5.) 70 degrees in temperature, 70% humidity.
6.) Use a digital hygrometer.
7.) Unless you intend to keep the cigars for longer than a year, remove them from their cellophane wrapper.
8.) If you intend to keep the cigar for extended period of time before you destroy it in a small fire, then cut the cellophane at the point where it folds in on itself, thus opening the end that you light to the air.
Who knew?
Apologies to Don Henley
"Out on the road today, I saw a Deadhead sticker on a Cadillac..."
From The Boys of Summer
My friend and fly-fishing buddy, Gary Farrar, and a Deadhead sticker on his Cadillac.
Tuesday, June 28, 2011
Wednesday, June 8, 2011
San Francisco, Everyone's Favorite Weiner, Kilt X 3
San Francisco opened its pearly gates in more ways than one. Lynn and I flew up to the Bay Area because both of the kids happened to be performing last weekend. Liz performed in a modern dance show at Z Space while Justin backed old Birdmonster pal Peter Arcuni, aka, Sonny Pete at Cafe du Nord.
We spent Friday night in The City at Hotel Adagio, one of the many Joie de Vivre properties in the Bay Area. The company was founded by Chip Conley, who remains active as Chief Culture Officer, and it remains the largest boutique hotel group in California, second nationally. When we opened the door to our upgraded room we discovered a pleasant surprise.
In order to make guest stays even more memorable, this from a hotel group whose philosophy is that your visit should give you an "identity refresh", the associates can create Dreammakers. Our Dreammaker was a basket stuffed with Scottish treasures: Irn Bru, Smarties, Maltesers, shortbread and oatbread cookies...er...biscuits...and a wee nottle of Famous Grouse. The perfect gift, made more so because Ron Ryan and his staff has done their homework. They knew that this "platinum rule" type gift would be appreciated.
We used material from Chip's book Peak: How Great Companies Get Their Mojo From Maslow for a Renaissance Executive Forum's Strategies for Success program. I knew about, lectured about, and gave examples of Dreammakers. Until you experience it firsthand, however, you have no idea of the power of that gesture.
This is why I am a raving fan not only of Joie de Vivre Hospitality, but in those markets where they don't have a property, boutique hotels in general.
The Weiner
Everyone has a new favorite Weiner, Representative Anthony Weiner, who clearly has made a gigantic ass of himself. First, major and repeated lapses in judgment by Tweeting photos of his bulging Y-fronts to young women in their twenties. Second, lying about it and casting about for some nefarious hacker.
Third, standing up and shrilly claiming that what he did was not illegal. Maybe not, Weiner, but it was really, profoundly, deeply, freakin' stupid.
Fortunately he didn't trot out his wife to stand beside him while he made his apologia, as the U.S. Senator who proclaimed "I have a wide stance" did. These tragic women look like they've chewed a handful of valium to muster up the stomach to stand by their reprehensible men.
Weiner is also guilty of arrogance.
He vows that he will not resign.
Do us all a favor. Resign.
Kilt
When I purchased my kilt last summer in Glasgow, the immediate concern was "where will I wear this?" A pointless question, as it turns out. In the past two weeks I have three occasions to don the Black Watch kilt. Two weeks ago I attened a Cigar and Beer Pairing Evening at Stone Brewing. Then Lynn and I went to the La Jolla Playhouse to watch a delightful comedy set on a fictitious Hebridean island, A Dram of Drummhichit. Last evening, 6 Degrees, an extraordinary networking organization run by Matt Greene, sponsored another cigar evening, featuring not only the fine cigars handmade by Payne-Mason, but frequent and generous pours of The Macallan.
And not just the 12-year, but 15-year, 17-year and cask strength. Brilliant!
We spent Friday night in The City at Hotel Adagio, one of the many Joie de Vivre properties in the Bay Area. The company was founded by Chip Conley, who remains active as Chief Culture Officer, and it remains the largest boutique hotel group in California, second nationally. When we opened the door to our upgraded room we discovered a pleasant surprise.
In order to make guest stays even more memorable, this from a hotel group whose philosophy is that your visit should give you an "identity refresh", the associates can create Dreammakers. Our Dreammaker was a basket stuffed with Scottish treasures: Irn Bru, Smarties, Maltesers, shortbread and oatbread cookies...er...biscuits...and a wee nottle of Famous Grouse. The perfect gift, made more so because Ron Ryan and his staff has done their homework. They knew that this "platinum rule" type gift would be appreciated.
We used material from Chip's book Peak: How Great Companies Get Their Mojo From Maslow for a Renaissance Executive Forum's Strategies for Success program. I knew about, lectured about, and gave examples of Dreammakers. Until you experience it firsthand, however, you have no idea of the power of that gesture.
This is why I am a raving fan not only of Joie de Vivre Hospitality, but in those markets where they don't have a property, boutique hotels in general.
The Weiner
Everyone has a new favorite Weiner, Representative Anthony Weiner, who clearly has made a gigantic ass of himself. First, major and repeated lapses in judgment by Tweeting photos of his bulging Y-fronts to young women in their twenties. Second, lying about it and casting about for some nefarious hacker.
Third, standing up and shrilly claiming that what he did was not illegal. Maybe not, Weiner, but it was really, profoundly, deeply, freakin' stupid.
Fortunately he didn't trot out his wife to stand beside him while he made his apologia, as the U.S. Senator who proclaimed "I have a wide stance" did. These tragic women look like they've chewed a handful of valium to muster up the stomach to stand by their reprehensible men.
Weiner is also guilty of arrogance.
He vows that he will not resign.
Do us all a favor. Resign.
Kilt
When I purchased my kilt last summer in Glasgow, the immediate concern was "where will I wear this?" A pointless question, as it turns out. In the past two weeks I have three occasions to don the Black Watch kilt. Two weeks ago I attened a Cigar and Beer Pairing Evening at Stone Brewing. Then Lynn and I went to the La Jolla Playhouse to watch a delightful comedy set on a fictitious Hebridean island, A Dram of Drummhichit. Last evening, 6 Degrees, an extraordinary networking organization run by Matt Greene, sponsored another cigar evening, featuring not only the fine cigars handmade by Payne-Mason, but frequent and generous pours of The Macallan.
And not just the 12-year, but 15-year, 17-year and cask strength. Brilliant!
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