I have not been know to look for nice things to say about Provo Utah. Not wanting to be a generally negative person I have often kept my mouth shout when wanting to say bad things about the place. I find myself now in a position where I have no choice… I must praise the place. Or at least I must praise one place that is in that place.
They have nice story about how they came to be and who owns the place but that doesn’t mater much in this case. This candy and soda shop could have been founded by the devil and it would still be worth the visit (incidentally the devil has been outlawed in Provo so it couldn’t have been founded by him).
Long story short, they have soda. All kinds of soda. Soda on tap, Soda from Austria, Soda that’s funny, soda that is sophisticated, a lot of soda. I like that. They have candy too but I’m not so much into wasting calories on that when there is a red capped Blenheim ginger ale to be had.
Or perhaps a mate mojito? A birch beer maybe? Whatever your flavor grab one and have a seat at the counter or in a booth.
This place was good enough that I wanted to hang around… in Provo. I want to go again… to Provo. I can’t believe I ‘m typing this. I’m being forced to shift my fundamental belief system. My foundation is crumbling.
Crumbling into a sweet, fizzy, bubbly, wonderful pool of soda.
Because the proprietors and craftsmen who brew these fine beverages are renaissance men on dark ages budgets. We three explore, develop, and learn, and then have to provide. We are not upset, it is a choice we make willingly.
Where is a Medici when you need one?
Just know that should you want some, your best bet is to find yourself at an event where Kaleo, Dalyn, or Preston are in attendance. BE warned, these are very exclusive engagements.
I aspire to one day own a home, or a space, that is both comfortable and interesting. A place that is more curated than decorated. On occasion I will peruse import stores with all their exotic statuary or fabrics and I always leave with none of those things. My wife, tired of accompanying me on such ventures inquired why I never procure any of these treasures.
“If I want a Persian rug, I want to have gotten it in Persia, not South Philly.”
One day I may get myself to Persia. While there I will still not get that rug; I don’t like Persian rugs. I do hope that while I am there I will obtain some little something that I could only get there, or possibly get something I should only get there.
In travels past I have gotten a beer stien in Germany, an Eifel tower in Paris (a smaller one of course), and a sunburn in Mexico. This year has been no different. I made acquisitions of things that would remind me of a time and place, in hopes that one day said articles will have a spot in that place; the one I hope to one day create.
The spoils of war, without all that messy fighting.
1. Ukule from Haleiwa Hawaii.
2. Hat from J. Press in New Haven Connecticut.
3. Logo tie from Lionel Smith Ltd. in Aiken South Carolina.
4. Vintage print from the Baseball Hall of Fame.
5. Pennant purchased in the bookstores of every Ivy League school (can you see which one is missing without using digital assistance?).
6. Across America By Gen. James F. Rusling, printed 1875. Its take on my native people was, shall we say, “interesting”?
7. Maple box sold to me by a young Amish boy in Nowheresville, upstate New York, while his father peered eerily through the curtains of the house.
8. “All Right!”: The Narrative of Henry Box Brown as a Test Case for the Racial Prescription of Rhetoric and Semiotics, by Marcus Wood. Purchased at the American Antiquarian Society in Massachusetts.
9. The Wanderer the Last American Slave Ship and the Conspiracy That Set Its Sails, by Erik Calonius, purchased at a thrift store in Wilmington, North Carolina.
10. The American Sporting Scene, written by John Kieran, illustrated by Joseph W. Golinkin, printed 1941. Purchased in Cambridge Mass.
11. E Pluribus Venom, the art of Shepard Fairey. Purchased at the Andy Warhol museum in Pittsburgh,
12. Fashion 100 Years of Apparel Ads by Jim Heimann and Alison A. Nieder. Purchased in Newport, Rhode Island.
13. Sports as reported by the New York Times 1908-1984 (reprints of sports stories from the NYT). Purchased in NYC.
Of course, not everything experienced whilst travelling can be collected. Some things while collectible, should probably not be collected. Somehow my collection of craft brewed soda bottles has been sent to the cellar.
Kinda makes me wonder who really is the king of my castle.
Brohammas 