Kingston New York causes me to regret that I am just passing through.

Driving down into Kingston, I crossed a river and from the bridge, I saw the Steel House, where I now sit and enjoy a Jack on the Rocks and a party connected to the Kingston Jazz Festival. I might be crashing. I am not seeing any jazz instruments, but I am hearing a loud DJ show, everyday I'm shuffling, and a bright laser light show in the immense interior. Yes, steel could be handled in this immense interior, but tonight we're shuffling shoe leather, mostly high heels. Plenty of attractive ladies dressed up for this new work on the old steel house. I can't believe how strong the overhead wooden beams look, made to bear the weight of steel.

This building stands on the shore of a waterway too wide to be called a creek, but it indeed is called one. A canal to bring Pennsylvanian coal to the Hudson River terminated here, and a maritime museum makes certain that the shipping news is not forgotten.

When I first saw this building down below, I wondered how could I reach it. I looked left to the west and saw a brightly lit street descending, looking very colonial. I wonder if this takes the name Stockade District? Italian restaurants, art galleries and an Irish public house lined this descending street, which led to an esplanade and, to my pleasure, Steel House front door.

You might notice I am, against plan, on the west side of the Hudson River. In Poughkeepsie, I decided to take it easy and book a room through Priceline Name Your Own Price. The application on my Android made me believe that Kingston and Saugerties were suburbs of Poughkeepsie. Well, perhaps they are bedroom towns for IBMers. However, I was forced to cross west of the Mid-Hudson bridge, and I hope people still know FDR means Franklin Delano Roosevelt when people see it labeled the FDR Bridge. I am also twenty miles into a thirty mile drive, hardly my idea of driving cross-town. I like this side of the river. Nine on the east side of the Hudson River makes me think of roadhouses. Nine on the east side feels historic, with settler homesteads, monasteries and the quirk town of Kingston, a town ninety miles north of New York City, a bedroom community wide awake on Sunday, a schoolnight..