Have a Holley Jolly Thursday. And Beer!
Aug. 17th, 2019 10:29 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
captainsblogAs I've sort-of mentioned in some previous posts, I'm finding it mentally healthy in stressed-out times to take even a small sliver of Me Time when I can. If a full-blown Mental Health Day isn't possible, make it an hour or two. Or just pause in the midst of the mandatories and see or do something not previously seen or done.
Thursday was my one busy day this week, on the road to Rochester. Morning court, followed by two client appointments on that end. They went efficiently, if not necessarily well, and I was able to pull up stakes a bit earlier than I usually do, and set out to run two errands on the way home. Neither succeeded- Client Three did not leave his report for me to pick up, and Client Four's longtime nemesis was not in to annoy him on my final stop. But stop I did, and I'm glad I did.
The place is just over the Monroe line into Orleans County- the Village of Holley. Perhaps best known for having an abandoned and probably haunted high school in the center of town (it's being renovated for apartments), it also has at least one business named after the nearby Holley Falls. They were the reason for my trip, and despite the owner's absence, I lingered a bit on and around the public square. First was this oddity:
That's cold. (My first worry was that the other name partner was cold, as in recently deceased, but the ex-sign turns out to have been advertising the former Heath & Martin, the latter having broken off with a huuuuge sign on his new joint across the square.) Unfortunately, that means I now also can't use my joke anymore about the other guy not having been able to pass the Heath Bar.
Past them is an accumulation of little shops, a bunch of fitness salons crammed into one building, the Village Hall to which we shall return, and a lovely little library. I passed a few minutes there, as I've done in dozens of little towns while waiting for courts to open or clients to arrive. Even in the midst of territory where Voldemort 2020 signs are already prevalent, there's still hope as long as there are books.
Walking back, I checked the windows in the Village Hall entrance. The usual upcoming chicken barbecues and whatnots, but also this sign of the times, if "the times" are 50 years ago this weekend:
In 1969, your hippie attire probably would have gotten your head bashed in on that square. Today, it's the hippies who go by "Pops." Now get off my farm....
Heading back to my car, I kept seeing references to "the Falls," and not just on the name of the business, so I followed the trail. Upstate New York is packed with these little hidden-away gems; at least one friend who works near Holley told me she's been going there for work twice a year and had no idea this was even there:
See? We don't need to buy Greenland, after all:P
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The week ended on a quiet note; I only had one appointment in the office yesterday, and from the sound of my non-ringing phone, most of the universe was on vacation or at least taking the day off. I did come across this sight on my way to work, though:
Interesting choice for a brewery, naming a craft beer for a multi-fatality nautical disaster. I wonder if there's one in Texas peddling School Book Depository Bitter (fruity with a taste of grassy knoll!), or if there's a Bhopal Union Carbide India Pale Ale. I posted that picture on arrival at the office, leading to any number of horrible puns:
"The Mets should sign a deal here. The bullpen can always use help with a good sinker."
"I'd sink a few of those." "Well, at least 29."
"I'm getting a sinking feeling." "Better that than feeling Superior."
Thanks, I'm here all week. The ship, only until the 3rd of November. (And Gordon Lightfoot, bless him, is still touring and will be here at the end of October. I presume he takes the bus.)
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Hoping for a few such minutes in the coming week, but it won't be as easy. Monday morning brings three separate court appearances in downtown Buffalo, Tuesday a fourth there surrounded by town court gigs at 8 a.m. and 7 p.m., Wednesday is so far just one in the morning, and Thursday I'm away all day. I'd planned to use my complimentary pass for an all-day seminar on Friday, but I am going to see if I can use it for a later one. And then comes the road trip from the 27th to 29th. More details on that as the weather situation becomes clearer.
Thursday was my one busy day this week, on the road to Rochester. Morning court, followed by two client appointments on that end. They went efficiently, if not necessarily well, and I was able to pull up stakes a bit earlier than I usually do, and set out to run two errands on the way home. Neither succeeded- Client Three did not leave his report for me to pick up, and Client Four's longtime nemesis was not in to annoy him on my final stop. But stop I did, and I'm glad I did.
The place is just over the Monroe line into Orleans County- the Village of Holley. Perhaps best known for having an abandoned and probably haunted high school in the center of town (it's being renovated for apartments), it also has at least one business named after the nearby Holley Falls. They were the reason for my trip, and despite the owner's absence, I lingered a bit on and around the public square. First was this oddity:
That's cold. (My first worry was that the other name partner was cold, as in recently deceased, but the ex-sign turns out to have been advertising the former Heath & Martin, the latter having broken off with a huuuuge sign on his new joint across the square.) Unfortunately, that means I now also can't use my joke anymore about the other guy not having been able to pass the Heath Bar.
Past them is an accumulation of little shops, a bunch of fitness salons crammed into one building, the Village Hall to which we shall return, and a lovely little library. I passed a few minutes there, as I've done in dozens of little towns while waiting for courts to open or clients to arrive. Even in the midst of territory where Voldemort 2020 signs are already prevalent, there's still hope as long as there are books.
Walking back, I checked the windows in the Village Hall entrance. The usual upcoming chicken barbecues and whatnots, but also this sign of the times, if "the times" are 50 years ago this weekend:
In 1969, your hippie attire probably would have gotten your head bashed in on that square. Today, it's the hippies who go by "Pops." Now get off my farm....
Heading back to my car, I kept seeing references to "the Falls," and not just on the name of the business, so I followed the trail. Upstate New York is packed with these little hidden-away gems; at least one friend who works near Holley told me she's been going there for work twice a year and had no idea this was even there:
See? We don't need to buy Greenland, after all:P
----
The week ended on a quiet note; I only had one appointment in the office yesterday, and from the sound of my non-ringing phone, most of the universe was on vacation or at least taking the day off. I did come across this sight on my way to work, though:
Interesting choice for a brewery, naming a craft beer for a multi-fatality nautical disaster. I wonder if there's one in Texas peddling School Book Depository Bitter (fruity with a taste of grassy knoll!), or if there's a Bhopal Union Carbide India Pale Ale. I posted that picture on arrival at the office, leading to any number of horrible puns:
"The one beer to have when you want to get really wrecked."
"The Mets should sign a deal here. The bullpen can always use help with a good sinker."
"I'd sink a few of those." "Well, at least 29."
"I'm getting a sinking feeling." "Better that than feeling Superior."
Thanks, I'm here all week. The ship, only until the 3rd of November. (And Gordon Lightfoot, bless him, is still touring and will be here at the end of October. I presume he takes the bus.)
----
Hoping for a few such minutes in the coming week, but it won't be as easy. Monday morning brings three separate court appearances in downtown Buffalo, Tuesday a fourth there surrounded by town court gigs at 8 a.m. and 7 p.m., Wednesday is so far just one in the morning, and Thursday I'm away all day. I'd planned to use my complimentary pass for an all-day seminar on Friday, but I am going to see if I can use it for a later one. And then comes the road trip from the 27th to 29th. More details on that as the weather situation becomes clearer.