We’re on the highway for a day trip to  New Paltz, NY.

I’m blogging on my cell phone with the WordPress app. They are going to be errors. It will be impossible to tighten sentences or edit. But maybe that’s good. Jack Kerorac wrote On the Road by taping together sheets of paper and feeding that roll through his typewriter. It’s the muscle through a first draft method of writing. My writing has been a little cramped lately. I think I need the freedom to suck and to ramble. 

Today’s plan is to check out SUNY New Paltz. There are no formal tours because it’s Memorial Day holiday, but we’ll walk around and check things out. 

New Paltz has a cool artsy vibe that I think Jonah would like. The College used to be artsy and druggie. I think it’s much harder to get into, so the potheads are gone, but I’m not sure. I need to figure this out. I would rather not send Jonah to college, and he become the Bong Master of Alpha Beta Kappa. 

After that we’ll go to one of the earthy crunchy restaurants in town for some black bean soup and bean sprouts. 

Then we’ll drive to the other side of the Hudson to check out FDR’s Hyde Park. Steve and Jonah will get their national park passports stamped. I’ve got a sketchbook and a camera for the Hudson River views. 

I was in New York City yesterday. Twice. I went in the morning for brunch with my cousin. Then went back again in the evening for a dinner date with friends in the Meat Packing District.

I fell in love with NYC during the 80s, in its Desperately Seeking Susan years. I miss that city. I have no interest in the rich brats who I saw last night. 

Almost there. More writing later.