Restaurants focusing on feasts for the eyes to sell dining experiences
The main dining area features low seating and tables with chairs that swivel, allowing for maximum exposure to the floor-to-ceiling glass walls. Rounded booths afford every diner a view of the city. walls melt into the tall burgundy backs of the ...
April 4, 2015
The Big Man is Back
We're sitting next to each other in black recliners built for giant men; my feet dangle just above the floor. If Chandler were my size, if he were a foot 60 Minutes filmed a segment on Chandler when he was a 6-foot-10 eighth-grader, and you could ...
March 30, 2015
Creating Korner's Folly, 'The Strangest Home in the World'
In 1785, Körner's grandfather Joseph left his town of Furtwangen in the Black Forest region of Germany, where he had been working as a business representative for a manufacturer and dealer in clocks, and moved to the Friedland settlement in central ...
Lost in stacks at the public library
A large Grandfather Clock stood in one corner; I can still hear its drowsy chimes. Next came the children's section. A stairway led to the second floor, where the FDL Historical Society maintained a museum of sorts. This large hall was home to ...
April 6, 2015
Who Knew? Big Joe only rang out once at St. Francis de Sales before they had ...
CINCINNATI -- The obvious “who knew” story involving Verdin, Cincinnati's 173-year-old clock and bell company, likely is untrue, but its urban legend status may be untouchable. . Today, the clapper sits on the floor in the northwest corner of the ...
March 31, 2015
One boomer's treasure is another millennial's clutter
Over the weekend my mom pulled out my grandfather's bronze star citation. If that is the kind . In the end, I only wanted their Grandfather clock and the baked bean pot. I ended up with the clock and a 40 year old snowmobile. The snowmobile is ...
March 30, 2015
Oshkosh once home to booming cigar industry
Mathias M. Kitz, who created the Apostles Clock at the Oshkosh Public Museum, ran one of four companies that built cigar boxes. His company, called Mathias M The Doemels recalled how the shop on the first floor looked like a museum, with ornately ...
March 29, 2015
This is a halfway decent hotel as it happens but one that suffers from the same problems all hotels do. It’s not home. Someone else slept in this bed last night, someone else showered in that shower yesterday morning and try as they might the designers, management, cleaners and various other hospo staff just can’t make the experience feel anything other than... So here I’ve sat for the past two hours re-watching my film fare for the evening, ‘Passchendaele’ (2008). Maybe it’s my slightly dehydrated brain in a fit of pique but I can draw some comparisons between this film and my lock up for the night. They both lack personality, they both appear to have been designed by someone with just enough flair for the task to ensure I don’t simply turn and leave, they both lack heart, they’re both good to look at until you dig below the surface. My hotel room is doing what a hotel room does, keeping me dry and warm for the night whilst not being memorable. My film tonight has likewise filled a couple of hours but is ultimately forgettable as well. ‘Passchendaele’ is a Canadian production, written, directed and produced by Paul Gross (the guy from Northern Exposure) and according to a quick scoot through the wiki page he wrote it in memory of his Grandfather who fought in the Great War. The opening scene also has a nod to his Grandfather in the way a young German soldier is bayonetted in the forehead really slowly. This was apparently something Gross’s grandfather did and told him about.
National Youth Basketball League NYBL
The All Star Showcase loaded with 7th & 8th grade talent, just down the hall was dazzling fans in gym 2. Lets Start with the lowest age Division combined grades 4 and 5. Though we don’t rank kids this young we will step out on a limb and say... Pound for pound there was no better talent at the showcase period. Luster has the basketball on a string, he never gets flustered and at such a young age is able to throw amazing passes on the money. Wilson is lightning quick, he has a competitive swagger, that makes him want that shot, and the ability to back it up. He has a high basketball IQ, Wilson obviously has spent a lot of time in the gym, as this kid matures and he understands how to... Kainin Turner, Richmond, Indiana, it seemed as though every time I walked in the gym, Kainin was “drainin” a Jumper. He as well has great IQ and is able to use his length on defense to get a lot of picks. Ky Cool, Franklin Monroe, Ky is diffidently cool. Justin Triplett, aka “judge“, Northridge, Justin has great ball handling skills. He is able to score on the run hit numerous floaters a tough angle layups all weekend long. He spends a lot of time with a basketball and it shows.
My parents had gone to Iran for two or three years, so she said, as was her way, “Johnny, if you don’t have a home to go home to, you have mine. Come to New York City or to Hyde Park, wherever I am. And I did. There are so many memories…like when John Kennedy won the presidency from Richard Nixon and we watched it on television at her apartment on East 83rd Street, and when JFK visited her at her home in Hyde Park. There were two houses on her parcel of land on the estate at Hyde Park. The family home, Springwood, we called The Big House, Her home, called Val-Kill, was named for the stream that meanders through the land. Her home at Val-kill was actually constructed as a small furniture factory that produced amazing reproductions of traditional American furniture. Her son, Franklin, Jr. owned Fiat dealerships in the Southeast—one of his many enterprises—and gave her a little Fiat sports car. At the end of her driveway onto Route 9G, for example, she would stop, look both ways, and continue talking, sometimes for a minute or more. Talk a bit about your grandmother’s involvement in the United Nations. President Truman appointed her as a member of the American delegation to the United Nations.
Floor 23, it read. I smiled and pointed at it ... I opened the door like it had never been locked before and stepped into a looming maze of wall and grandfather clocks. I stared at them, tall and dark brown, with their golden guts of wheels and springs.
April 11, 2015
The Man with No Name
Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock. The old grandfather clock, swung back and forth, the ticks matching the tapping of his leather shoe against the carpeted floor and the tocks matching his fingers drumming against the cushioned chair. Seconds passing as he waited for ...
April 1, 2015