Holly had two tills open at the Pig in Saugerties New York. She had sent her partner, a male bartender home because it was slow. I had stopped my car because I had wanted to experience this town spelled like Saugatuck, Saugerties. The interior of the bar had a warm feeling, so I pulled over and parallel parked on the empty main street. Two women on the west sidewalk were walking towards the bar but were unsure of its location. I like it when I am in town long enough to give correct directions.
Although the women had all kinds of energy and beauty, I found them a bit challenging. Holly laughed after the pair downed shots and left. She described them as ersatz Jersey Girls lost in the Hudson Valley. Always one to follow up on good language, I began to learn about her, a lively woman with a mimic talent for New York accents, from the Jersey Shore to Williamsburg to Staten Island to Yonkers. She entertained my bar buddies and I by using them all, a Hudson River Valley Robin Williams.
It wasn't long until a handsome woman came in with two men, wearing glasses that wouldn't be out of place on the visage of a New York City psychoanalyst. The trio related how the woman had triumphed in a cat fight started by two women who had been walking to the other establishment open in town. The description of the pair made us remember our ersatz Jersey Girls. I guess all parties in the dust up walked away from it without notice by the police, and the trio proceeded to play pool in the adjoining hall.
Holly loved this joke: if any customers reminded her too much of the Jersey Shore, call the constable. Holly mentioned that Woodstock was close and I had no idea until that moment and had to go. So she recommended Oriole 9 for breakfast and the Huevo Rancheros specifically. So this morning, I fulfilled the assignment. Oriole 9 reminds me of Inn Season in Royal Oak, Michigan, a spot with cedar surf boards hanging from the season in Bolinas California, and Sevas on Liberty in Ann Arbor. I am loving the rare mix of sustainable food, art and community. Maybe if they'll take me in as an IBMer, I would live here.
I have 800 miles to make today and no inclination to drive my car westward. I am off the interstates and I refuse to go back to the throughway. I never doubleback unless forced. So I'll drift north and then west until I reach Interstate 90, royal road to Buffalo.
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