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Registered: 09-17-02
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Oh, Samantha (I certainly don't consider myself in the elite circle who can call you Samalama)..., I really am pathetic - swore I'd hold off for at least 24 hours, but I could only manage two. Yet I thought I'd give you something to read while all the others line up to post (and don't forget Ashley Kristen, still dangling on Line One that was closed yesterday almost after it opened). I've only seen I think three of the new episodes, but you do seem to have hit your stride, and glide through them with confidence, grace and ease - always a sublime pleasure to watch and often learn, certainly to enjoy. You seemed especially radiant at Del Coronado (really glad you finally reached that one) and your sheer joy in being there seemed, if I may use the word, palpable (hmmm.. where did I get that one, I wonder?), and your irrepressible glee while dining amongst the hotshots in the Sonoma (?) Valley (was that Auberge du Soleil?) shone through as well. I didn't see the camping one, but you seem to have spawned viewers with rather fierce beliefs that you either desperately loved or absolutely hated it (one post there is perhaps the finest example of a pot calling the kettle black I believe I've ever seen in English literature). But I hope you enjoyed your stays this year as much as you appear to have done. I did, by the way, get to Colonial Williamsburg last month - just a daytrip for the Monticello guides - and you'll be pleased to know per an earlier post of mine, that Thomas Jefferson has not been fired there as I'd feared, and his metal sculpture is still there as well on the bench at the north end of Duke of Gloucester St., still evidently waiting for your personal prompt on what to write down next: he's still stuck on "When in the course of human events..." it would seem. But they're reputedly folding their two folk art and decorative art museums into one, and using the vacated space next to your Williamsburg Inn to make an upscale health spa. Now Samantha, I realize this isn't the most conducive medium for elaborating on this, but it deeply disturbs me to see an organization such as Colonial Williamsburg, whose very mission is to celebrate and portray American history and 18th c. life, having to diminish that in order to offer sheer hedonistic and purely physical pleasure for a wealthy few to keep financially afloat. Not that I blame you for this, by the way Sam, as you actually did a truly nice job of pointing out the historical aspects in your episode, and I always enjoy the signature Samantha Gets A Backrub Scene in any of your episodes (usually brings my sandwich eating to a screeching halt, to be honest). I just hate to see masses choosing mindless pleasure over something as interesting and worthwhile as Williamsburg, so I hope more people will choose to go there (and soon). There, rant over - hope you didn't mind. (Where was the cottage you stayed in, by the way?) I'm actually off to Monticello myself tomorrow (today?)and Saturday, the last days this month I'm up there in fact, so those within driving distance please come on up not to see me, silly, but TJ). Of course no one will have the slightest idea who "Capt. Tuttle" is up there, and believe me, that's probably for the best, but I'm the tall, skinny one, if anyone ever gets me as their guide. And it's quite magical up there in the snow and wintry mists, and during the candlelight evening tours we had as well. Now let's see if we can't smoke out Mother Orange, last heard in the murky British Isles, and your many other devoted fans. Your hair looks terrific Sam, by the way, and did I wish you happy holidays and a respite from travel? I think I did somewhere...
(and note I have yet to plea for a signed photo, so I haven't lost all self-control, quite yet). Night, Sam, and any late viewers.
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