Pictorial tour of Boston, Labor Day weekend, 2010

Paul Revere House 2
Paul Revere’s House
Boston, Sept 2010. The USS Constitution 19
The USS Constitution, interior
Boston, Sept 2010. The USS Constitution 9
The USS Constitution
Boston, Sept 2010. The USS Constitution 7
The USS Constitution
Boston, Sept 2010, Trinity Church 27
Trinity Church
Boston, Sept 2010, Trinity Church 23
Trinity Church
Boston, Sept 2010, Trinity Church 2
Trinity Church (yes, I KNOW everyone has done the reflection photo. But I still like it!)
Boston, Sept 2010, tour of Boston Harbor 34
Boat tour of Boston Harbor
Boston, Sept 2010, tour of Boston Harbor 13
Boat tour of Boston Harbor
Boston, Sept 2010, Public Park, Labor Day 3
Public Park, near Boston Common
Boston, Sept 2010, Public Park, Labor Day 1
George Washington, Public Park
Boston, Sept 2010, Old State House 2
Old State House
Boston, Sept 2010, Crossing the Charles River 5
Crossing the Charles River
Boston, Sept 2010, Charlestown bridge area 3
Charlestown Bridge
Boston, Sept 2010, Bunker Hill Monument 10
From top of the Bunker Hill Monument
Boston, Sept 2010, Bunker Hill Monument 1
Bunker Hill Monument (which is actually on Breeds Hill)
Boston, Sept 2010, Boston Comon and State House 2
State House
Boston, Sept 2010, Boston Common 02
Boston Common
Boston, Sept 2010, Boats at sunset on the Charles 6
Boats at sunset on the Charles River
Boston, Sept 2010, Boats at sunset on the Charles 1
Boats at sunset on the Charles River
Boston, Sept 2010, Aquarium 23
Boston, Sept 2010, Aquarium 19
Boston, Sept 2010 Old North Church (Christ Church) 4
Old North Church (Christ Church)
Boston, Sept 2010, Aquarium 10
Boston, Sept 2010 Old North Church (Christ Church) 3
Old North Church (Christ Church)…One if by land….
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It makes me want to eat mac & cheese…..Faneuil Hall
Boston Spet 2010 Faneuil Hall 1
Faneuil Hall
Boston Sept 2010 Quincy Market 2
Quincy Market
Boston Sept 2010 Public Garden 18
The Ducks, Public Garden
Boston Sept 2010 Public Garden 7
The Swan boats, Public Garden
Boston Sept 2010 Old State House and Boston Massacre site 1
Old State House and Boston Massacre site
Boston Sept 2010 Old South Meeting House 4
Old South Meeting House
Boston Sept 2010 Old South Meeting House 2
Old South Meeting House
Boston Sept 2010 Old Corner Bookstore 2
Old Corner Bookstore, for rent
Boston Sept 2010 Kings Chapel 2
Kings Chapel
Boston Sept 2010 Harvard 25
Boston Sept 2010 Harvard 6
Boston Sept 2010 Harvard 1 gates
Boston Sept 2010 Granary Burying Ground 7
Granary Burying Ground
Boston Sept 2010 Boston Comon 9
Boston Common
Boston Sept 2010 Boston Comon 3
Boston Common
birthplace of Ben Franklin
Birthplace of Ben Franklin, now a Sir Speedy. Ick.




How to save money in Las Vegas


(From an article written in 2009)

The city of Las Vegas is synonymous with gambling, neon, and ostentatious excess. Just being that close to so much money makes you want to spend yours. It isn’t nicknamed “Lost Wages” for nothing. Remember, all those flashy buildings were built on losers’ money. Despite the reputation, Vegas has much to do and see outside of gambling and many of its attractions are completely free. Despite its reputation, I’ve found it a good city for a low cost get away. And it is perfect for someone’s first solo travel experience.

Keeping costs low

Timing is everything, especially if you are booking airfare and hotels. To get the best rates, think off season. I’ve found the best prices on both flights and lodging in late summer and early fall, just after the kids have gone back to school. Because Vegas depends heavily on weekend gamblers, you will tend to find the best deals on hotels and flights by booking during the week, as long as there isn’t a large convention already booked into your hotel.

Also check out hotels just off the strip. I stayed at the Orleans, located just 4 miles off the strip on Tropicana Avenue, and got a deluxe suite for $65 (includes taxes) per night. Since they provide a free shuttle to there sister casino on the strip, it was almost as convenient as being located there. I’ve taken advantage of late flights, which are often very cheap. Taking a midnight flight home can mean that you get another full day at your destination without the additional cost of a hotel room. And most hotels will let you check out early and hold your luggage the last day for free. Flying the “red eye” is particularly worthwhile if you are able to sleep on the plane, so bring a pillow, blanket and ear plugs.

When shopping for a Vegas vacation, keep your eyes open for advertised flight and hotel packages, particularly last minute deals. I’ve found the biggest savings by booking them together most of the time, but you have to run the numbers to be sure. Regardless of the advertised price, you don’t know what the real price to you is until you’ve checked what the cost is from your city and determined what taxes, fuel charges and other extras will be added. If you are traveling alone, make sure the quoted price is for a single traveler. Often rates are “per person”, assuming a shared the hotel room. One hotel I booked through Priceline even added a daily $5 “entertainment” fee when I checked out. I protested, but found the charge vaguely stated in the details of the package. Spirit Airlines charges to check luggage and their beverage service is not complimentary. I find the internet to be a great way to book travel, but prepare to spend a lot of time reading the fine print to avoid hidden fees.

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Entertainment that is free:

  • · Lion habitat at MGM Grand
  • · Entrance ceiling to Beligio has blown glass sculptures by Dale Chihuly. Beautiful and totally unique. While you are there continue on through the lobby and see the courtyard.
  • · Water show at Beligio, only at night
  • · Waterfall/Volcano at the Mirage.
  • · Pirates on the water show at Treasure Island
  • · Grand Canal and St. Mark’s Piazza where there are often free shows at the Venetian
  • · Pretend you are going from around the world:  New York’s Statue of Liberty; Paris’ Eiffel Tower; the Spinx as the Luxor; see Rome at Caesar’s Palace
  • · Light show at the Freemont Experience. The stage has free entertainment most nights.
  • · There are acrobats working above the gamblers at Circus Circus.
  • · Flamingos and other birds at the Flamingo Hotel.. Also has a plaque to Bugsy Siegel
  • · Bahaman Shrine at Circus Circus

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Entertainment on a budget

  • · Set a gambling budget of $10 and see how long you can make it last on the penny slots. My personal record is just over an hour!
  • · Half price ticket booth for shows that day
  • · Food is cheap in Vegas, but beware of scams. One restaurant in the Freemont Downtown area had various advertising for a buffet at $9.99. There were restrictions like Tuesday and Wednesday evening only, but I was there during the specified time so I went in. Inside the cost was over $17. The cashier explained that they had “just raised their prices” and had not had time to change the advertising. Likely story. Another restaurant featured a special low price on prime rib which was pictured outside the restaurant to entice the public. Once you stepped inside, the prime rib wasn’t listed on the menu. To be fair, it was available, but you had to ask specifically for it.
  • · Las Vegas is located in a desert, so you must stay hydrated. I went in August and had to drink water constantly but bottled water and iced drinks add up. Carry a water bottle and fill it up every time you visit the restroom or pass a water fountain.
  • · Another way to keep within your budget is to drink water at meals. Iced tea can cost $2 a glass and alcohol is much steeper. Both add to dehydration.
  • · Always carry small bills, particularly to cover transportation costs. Most busses require exact change so if you only have a $5 bill you’ll have to hand that over even if the fare is only $2. And taxis never seem to be able to make change when you have a $20 but the fare is only $10. Even on a budget, don’t forget to leave a tip, however. If a waiter or driver gave you good service, you should reward them. These folks are typically underpaid and certainly under appreciated. I will tip up to 20% for excellent service, but I don’t feel obligated to tip for bad service at all. That’s just throwing money away. Save it for those who earn it.

Saving on Transportation

  • · Before you leave home, call your hotel and arrange a shuttle from the airport. These are usually much less expensive than a cab. A cab between the airport and my hotel off the south end of the strip cost $20 plus tip. The shuttle was only $7. Bus service would have cost less but would drop me off 5 blocks from my hotel in an area I wasn’t familiar with. Since I would arrive alone and at night, I felt safer taking the shuttle. Money isn’t everything.
  • · Most hotels and casino are inter-connected and have several free shuttles a day to other casinos. Take advantage of the free ride. This is especially important if you find a good deal on a hotel that is off the strip. You can use the shuttle to get there. Just make sure that you are clear on the return times, or you may end up having to take a cab back.
  • · Wear comfortable shoes and plan to walk. It is the best way to see the strip. The casinos are huge. To save your feet, make use of all the moving walkways and escalators. Also, there are free trams on the south end of the strip between Excalibur, Luxor, and Mandalay. Use the numerous pedestrian bridges to cross the street safely.
  • · For transportation from one end of the strip to the other, try the buses. The Duece is a double-decker and costs just $2 one way or $5 for 24 hours. You can jump on and off, but it is great to ride from one end to the other to get yourself oriented. I particularly like to see the lights at night this way. Try to sit on top near the front where the view is best. Some of the drivers even give impromptu audio tours.

Jesus wears cowboy boots

You never know what the magic words will be that will get you out of a jam.

TXPARjesusboots_dearingerI was working in Paris, TX with an international mix of people on a project that had consumed our time for weeks. We had nearly slept beside the machinery we were installing. In the end, the process was a success and we were in serious need of celebration. After a night of copious liquid refreshment, we decided to see the sites of the town. As the only one who had spent anytime previously in Paris, TX, I was elected tour guide. In fact, I was just about the only one on the team who was from The States. We had two young men from Wales, a Canadian, one Scotsman, an Australian and a woman from Taiwan.

So, in my inebriated state, from the passenger seat of a van, I conducted the tour, such as it was. Texas is known for having miles and miles of nothing but miles and miles. At the time, Paris was a community too small to host a movie theatre. Their library was slightly larger than my bedroom and contained mostly Zane Gray novels. Paris had, to my mind, three things to see.

marble fountain, Paris TXThe first is a white marble fountain downtown. It was inoperable, but it must have been attractive at one time. That day, it held stagnant, green water and I remembered this area of Texas had once been know for mosquitoes and yellow fever. Time to move on. The second sight was the replica of the Eifel Tower. A tornado had removed the top third of the tower, the previous spring. The base was twisted.

Buoyed by alcohol, I was not concerned, because I had saved the best for last. It was well past dark on this summer evening when we pulled the van into the local cemetery to view my favorite Paris, TX landmark—the statue of Jesus wearing cowboy boots.

The tower has been fixed and fancied up since this story! Who Hoo! Look at it now.
The tower has been fixed and fancied up since this story! Who Hoo! Look at it now.

We angled the headlights of the van to illuminate the statue and got out to get a better look. We were all just beginning to sober up and it dawned on me that this really wasn’t much:  A stone figure of a bearded guy in a long gown, carrying a cross. There was one boot heel sticking out from the hem. We stood there silently, among the tombstones, looking at the statue.

I had just conducted the world’s worse tour.

And then the Australian began screaming. “My God! What IS that?”

He was ashen. I turned to look at what he was pointing at. All I saw was tombstones.

“Don’t you see them? Don’t you SEE them? They’re everywhere!” I couldn’t see anything unusual, but the man was visibly shaken.

Fear is infectious. We were standing in a cemetery on a moonless summer night and it was near midnight. We were suddenly stone, cold sober standing among cold stone monuments. Isn’t that how horror stories start?

The Aussie grew more frantic, “The lights! They’re coming closer!” He was pointing and gesturing frantically, his face a combination of fear and incredulity that we could not see the oncoming menace. Even if he was the only one who could see this ghost, did I really want to stand around there? I was about to suggest we get in the van and leave when he panicked and ran.

There are 40,000 gravestones in the Evergreen Cemetery of Paris, TX. I was sober enough to know that running in the dark, on uneven ground, among standing stones of various heights was probably a good way to break something you were going to need later, say a leg or a head. We took out after him. One of the Welshmen, who played soccer for fun, tackled him. I sat on his chest, my face inches from his, trying to talk sense into him. Two others held his shoulders down and a pair sat astride his legs.

All I could get out of him for the longest time was “the lights”. He finally said the “tiny lights flying about the tombstones”. And then it hit me: He meant the fireflies. It was a windless summer night and they were out in the hundreds. I suppose he had thought them the spirits of the departed flitting about their remains. After I stopped laughing, I explained to him what a firefly was. It never occurred to me that there were no lighted, flying insects in Australia.

We all had a good laugh, but it still took 5 minutes to make him believe us. When I was quite sure he was calm enough and would not run away, I started to stand up.

Generally, this story would end here. But, I only made it about halfway to a standing position. My rise was stopped short by a gun barrel pointed at my face.

I now have complete sympathy for those burglary victims that describe the weapon pointed at them as having an enormously large bore. If I wasn’t sober before, I was now. On the other end of the barrel looked to be a middle-aged laborer with an expression that was just as deadly as the gun he held. I never questioned if he was willing to pull the trigger; this was not an idle threat. I was going to die unless I could think very quickly. I was half-crouched, half-sitting on the chest of an Australian man who was lying in a cemetery, which as it happens is not a good look and a bad position for negotiating for your life. To make it worse, I was getting a cramp. I needed to think of something fast.

I was so focused on the barrel that I don’t remember the exact words of the gun barer. Something about “trespassing” and “after dark.”  He may have accused us of stealing. What I remember thinking was that he should point that gun at someone else so that I could start breathing again and that I was likely to wet both my pants and the shirt of an Australian.

As is often the case when I most need them, words failed me. For reasons I can’t explain, all I could think to say was, “We’re from Wisconsin.” It still sounds dim. True, our company’s headquarters were there, but that hardly explained anything. I could not believe that my last words on earth were going to be so lame. I hadn’t gotten around to thinking of what my final words would be, but I was sure they were going to be much more memorable. I was about to become a ghost and I wasn’t going to be a witty one.

I closed my eyes and tensed for the impact of the bullet. But nothing came. When I opened them again the gunman had lowered his weapon and was smiling. He opened his arms to me as though I were a long lost friend. “Oh, well, then, if you’re from Wisconsin! That’s OK. Ya’ll just come back tomorrow, after daylight.”  He kindness was welcomed, if incongruous. He lead us back to the van, since we were by now completely lost. He helped me into the passenger seat, and waved, “I’m fixing to go home now. See ya’ll tomorrow!  Don’t come back until daylight though.” He talked to us as though we were mischievous children. Perhaps he thought the Wisconsin winters had frozen our brain cells and he needed to be gentle with us. I thanked him endlessly, ridiculously, until we were out of sight.

You never know what the magic words will turn out to be. But if you’re in a cemetery at night in Paris, TX they are, “We are from Wisconsin!”