Visited Trumansburg, NY over the weekend for Michael's 40th birthday. I remembered T-Burg fondly, music at the Rongo, stories of Robert Moog and his famous guests, etc. It was great to see the people there, well-traveled, educated, and interesting people who had chosen a more agrarian life in the Finger Lakes area.
The weather was pure crud, naturally, but the food was great. Although the roads were dangerously slippery, especially in a car that had never known a snow tire, I made a point of driving to Taughannock Falls (I spell-checked 'Taughannock' and the suggested replacement was 'Laughingstock', but googling the word showed I had spelled it correctly, to my surprise). The falls are higher than Niagara and when we got to the overlook there was not a human being in sight. After so many years hearing infernal combustion engines in the background, it was a real pleasure to stand in the freezing rain and hear nothing but the roar of water plummeting into a basin of ice 200 feet below.