We were definitely on I-10. I honestly don’t remember where we were exactly, and come to think of it, I don’t recall a town being nearby either. The BR was part of a larger structure, I think. Hmmmm…
I had a scoop of chocolate fudge on a sugar cone if that’s any help!
My first is “Cony Island” Hotdogs in downtown Kalamazoo. My dad used to take my brother and I there for lunch on Christmas Eve when we were little and have the best time. In fact he still does and it is my most favorite time of the year.
Coming at a very VERY close 2nd is Colon, MI during Magic week. That is when they hold Abbott’s Magic Get-Together. This is my favorite magic convention to go to. It’s like a huge family reunion. I camp out in Colon that week and have a blast.
3rd is Rota-Kiwan Scout Reservation. I worked there as a counselor for 6 summers and loved every minute of it.
4th is the house I originally raised in. When I was in 3rd grade, my family moved out of it to a house on a lake. I loved that house so much and remember every little detail about it. Someday I will go back and check it out.
Almost favorite, right after the camp? There’s a room in the National Gallery (Canada) that’s based on the golden mean. It’s right in the centre of the building, and three stories high. The bottom is a garden and patio, the second floor is a kind of terrace, open in the centre, with stone benches along the edge. The roof is a big, domed skylight. They don’t mind if you take you shoes off, lie down, and stare up through the skylight. There’s usually very soft music playing. And to get there, you have to walk through a roomful of 14-17th century icons.
When I go to Ottawa later this month, I must stop there…
Favorite Place in the United States: Sedona, Arizona.
Favorite Place in the World: Venice, Italy.
San Diego, California. Gorgeous weather, beautiful women in very little clothing, ocean views, aircraft carriers on the horizon, cheap domestic labor.
Yep, that was it then, if you don’t remember a town nearby. The town is so little and isolated that it’s pretty easy to miss. Next time I go there, I’ll remember to stop and have chocolate fudge on a sugar cone for nostalgia.
Has anyone noticed your favorite place in the world changes as you grow?
As a kid - hell, til I was about 25 - my favorite place in the world was approximately halfway between the house in which I currently reside and the house in which I grew up. Before my father was born a granite company came through looking for mineable granite. Turns out the vein under my family’s land wasn’t mineable, but before that company left my great-grandfather made them build him a sort of park in our pasture. Four oak trees, two on each side of the creek. One great pink granite boulder carved into a chaise lounge, and two smaller boulders, stacked one on top of the other, on the other side. Together the rocks formed a kind of dam when the water was high, and a cool and relaxing place to lie on those hot summer days when all you want to do is …nothing. By the time I was 10 I had decided I was going to build a house right THERE.
Over the years, people upstream farmed too close to the swamp and dumped in too many chemicals. What used to be a creek is nothing more than an over-grown drainage ditch. Floods have toppled the two boulders, and silt has all but covered up the chaise.
Change, for the most part, is good. But when change takes away an integral part of one’s existence it is too sad for words.
When I lived in Pensacola, FL, I decided wanted 20 acres of white sand as my front yard. Then I realized there is no way in hell I could live there.
After several road trip through Tennessee, I decided I wanted a hilltop all to my own. See Pensacola.
I still want to live in Washington, DC someday - a townhouse on Q Street, on the Foxhall Road end.
I really really really like Chicago. Enough stuff to do that one is never bored, but yet not pretentious like NYC can be.
But if I could live anyplace, I think it would be Calle Gravina in Rota, Spain. And if I could not live there, it would be any one of a number of streets just like it on Spain’s Atlantic coast. It must be near the ocean; I should be able to hear the waves pound into shore from my rooftop.
In the end? None of these places would be worth the bricks and mortar without friends or family to share my home. So I’ll pick any place that is close to people who care for me.
My favorite place is one that isn’t there any more. My grandma’s house. She went into a nursing home on January 2. Since then my mother and aunts have been working with her stuff, distributing keepsakes to family and arranging for sale of the rest. The sale is next week. Grandma’s house, where she has been for 59 years, and is the one place in my life that has never changed.
My fav places include:
HOME!! Which is Saipan, such a small beautiful island in the pacific…everything is so laid back over there and I love it. I miss it so much!
On top of Mauna Kea: Mountain in the Big Island of Hawai’i… went over one night for a star gazing…most beautiful thing I’ve seen…
I guess I’m still young and I haven’t been around (heck I haven’t even touched the mainland US yet) so I hope to experience what planet earth has to offer me;)
Reoch