Per our review two weeks ago, we decided that we needed to salvage some kind of remembrance of Espresso Royale, namely their brick oven pizzas.
It's 24 hours. It's three square meals. It's cartoons, soaps and then a night of Must See TV. No matter how it's defined, it all adds up to one day -- a mere blink in one's life. I admit it, I take most days for granted -- if not every day.
Despite morning temperatures that fell into single digits on Saturday, nearly 3,000 people assembled on the West Lawn of Thomas Jefferson's home at Monticello for the beginning of a three-year, nationwide commemoration of Lewis and Clark's journey into America's Western frontier. "This is where it all started -- at Monticello, in the mind of Thomas Jefferson," said author and filmmaker Dayton Duncan, who served as the event's master of ceremonies.
The week before making his U.S. Open debut, Brian Vahaly's workday began at 8 a.m. in Boca Raton, Fla. Vahaly was on Andy Roddick's turf -- his backyard tennis court.
The press likes to call it the "toughest tournament in tennis," and for good reason. The crowd, so utterly New York City with its unanimous uproars and rather obnoxious boos; the screaming airline jets taking off like clockwork from the juxtaposed LaGuardia airport; the greasy wafts from the kosher hotdog concession stands floating their way into the courts which are the players' battlegrounds for the fortnight; and the oppressive summer heat.
I t's been three weeks since you last made the trek to the supermarket. You are in dire need of the college necessities: Hot Pockets, Easy Mac, Double Stuff Oreos, Tostitos Chips and Salsa, strawberry NutriGrain bars and a 12-pack of Bud Light.
You've never seen the Lawn like this before. Sitting on the balcony of Pavilion VII, the newly renovated home of the Colonnade Club, you can understand why professors for nearly two centuries have come here to soak in the Academical Village. Last month Pavilion VII reopened its renovated doors following a three-year, $4 million architectural restoration.
Perspective If you're a tennis fanatic like me, you've probably dreamed of going to the U.S.
It's the University Rotunda, pretty as a picture. But it's also just one of three other rotundas within a five-hour radius of Charlottesville.
From the moment first years step out of their luggage-filled minivans and SUVs, their lives change instantly.
