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Road Trip Series: The Great Dismal Swamp and the Outerbanks.

VIRGINIA We left Colonial Williamsburg, Virginia early one morning and drove through wide open spaces on our way to Outerbanks, North Carolina. Growing up in New Jersey and working in Manhattan, I had never been to a place so wide and so vast. I pulled over to get out of my car and for about five minutes, and I didn't see a single soul or hear a single sound that was man-made. [caption id="attachment_561" align="aligncenter" width="800"] Somewhere in the middle…

Brooklyn Flea: Why I Love Antiques

My whole life I was always more interested in what happened in the past, or what could possibly happen in the far future. I love the early 1900s as well as the Victorian Era. I also love cars from the 30s to the 50s, as well as the lifestyle, values, and "advancements". Space and the future of the human race fascinate me to no end, and nothing disappoints me more than the fact that I will never see things like…

Finding Paradise in Costa Rica Part 1: The Westin

Spending a week in paradise changes you. Your memory becomes a little more keen and you realize you want to remember these moments forever. You learn to appreciate nature and clean air, and silence. And if you are in paradise with someone you love, you grow closer because nothing is more pure in that paradise than love for all things beautiful.  PART ONE: THE WESTIN AT PLAYA CONCHAL I found paradise on our vacation to Costa Rica in May of…

Restaurant Review: Lure Fishbar

FIRST IMPRESSION: So this is what it will feel like to be on my million dollar yacht when I hit the big time! This underground restaurant and bar had structural accents of a yacht in all the right places; port holes letting pedestrians have a glimpse inside, white and silver edges like the hull of a ship, brass knobs and gleaming oak. It was beautiful to look at. And full of beautiful people. It was buzzing with chatter and loud, almost club-like…

A life of fantasy.

I live in the same house I’ve lived in since birth. It’s a small farm house, split level, with an old garage with lots of rusty farm equipment and tons of terra cotta pots. The sun beams down through the places where weather and rain made the shingles soften and cave in. Vines have started to creep over the walls and down into the cement foundation. The earth is going to reclaim it soon. Even farther out on our property…

Balthazar

First Impression: Pirate ship. Maritime. French riviera. Wine country. These are what I thought of when I walked into Balthazar which, on this night, was packed. I mean, loaded with people. 45 minute wait. Standing shoulder to shoulder at the bar getting cozy with the other people waiting for seats. But you know what? We didn't care. It would be worth it. As we waited, I looked around. Warm, flattering lighting and enormous tarnished silver mirrors hung on every gigantic…