Virtually in America

After a ten month separation, suddenly, there it spread below me. The wild, wild west in all its inhospitable, desiccating, jagged, Martian beauty. My favorite part of America. Except I wasn't going there exactly. I was going to the neon and excess of Las Vegas...and to real people! After two years and two months, I was going to meet dozens and dozens of my coworkers at our first in-person user conference since 2019. The energy, the hugs, the conversations - all amazing. Four days in the MGM Grand with 5,000 Splunkers, customers, and partners. I worked the pavilion floor, evangelizing my customer success knowledge base and running up to person after person I had known only from a small Zoom box and saying "You're real! You're a human!" I loved the connection. And then I did get out into the mountains. I had three days in between conferences and an old acquaintance flying in from Santa Fe to enjoy the dust and desert with. It turns out that 50 degree air

I'm actually in Panama City as this post hits my blog, but I just finished a wonderful four week stay in New York City, the greatest city on earth. I popped back up to the United States from Latin America briefly for some breakfast burritos, LaCroix, and theater. What began with the purchase (seven months ago) of a ticket to see  Hamilton  on my birthday morphed into a four week extravaganza of all the culture New York City has to offer. It had been ten years - yes, an entire decade - since I was last in the Big Apple, so I was long overdue for a visit.  And how fantastic that I'm in a position to spend a little time living here and can do more than just swing through on vacation. I got a great little AirBnB on the upper east side of Manhattan and jumped right into the action. I've gone to The Whitney , Arcadia Earth , ARTECHOUSE , Brooklyn Botanic Garden , St. Patrick's Catacombs , Polonsky Exhibition in the New York Public Library , and I've seen lots of cool fre

Well, I called this blog Virtually in America and not Virtually in the Americas, but as this posts I will have already been living out of the country for three weeks. Since I'm spending this winter in South America, I'm giving this blog a little rest. I have faithfully posted a blog every Sunday for the past 60 weeks and I have a nice little record of this crazy, semi-permanent road trip I've been on.  But now it's so long, blog. And so long, USA. And so long, Nitro. That's right. After slightly more than 11 years, I have relinquished my beloved clunker SUV. It was pretty tough to give up. I love this car. We have a million memories together. But it's too old to leave in storage for seven months until I need it again. It wouldn't survive in solitary confinement, so it's living on in the hands of another driver. While the Nitro may be gone forever, the end of the blog posts is only temporary. I'll be back in the United States in the spring to resume m

 

What do you think of when someone mentions Georgia? If you're like me, what comes to mind is Atlanta, peaches, pecans, swamps, alligators, humidity, Southern debutantes with large dresses and larger hair, and America's biggest shame. What never comes to mind is utopia. So when I visited  Wormsloe Estate  and learned that a utopia is precisely what the founders of Savannah had in mind, I was surprised and fascinated.  The city was planned by James Oglethorpe when he was still in England. It was designed around 24 public squares (a style very much in vogue in England at the time) and to be governed by a board of trustees. All settlers who came to Savannah with Oglethorpe were given 50 acres of land that they were required to work themselves. Lawyers, liquor, Catholics, and the owning of slaves were outlawed . The settlers had a good relationship with the indigenous Yamacraw people. But the liquor ban didn't extend to a ban on beer and alcohol, and the English city folk didn&#

Perhaps the reason there are so many ghosts in Savannah is because of the Revolutionary War and Civil War Battles fought on this soil. Or because Savannah is built on top of Muscogee and Yamacraw burial grounds . Or maybe it's just because everything here is trying to kill you.  I'm bad about being aware of my changing environment. I know what to watch out for in Colorado, but as I've moved around the country, I've been pretty ignorant of even the basics, like poison ivy and ticks, and about what animals will kill me. I know there are gators in the swamps down here, but I hadn't considered other deadly animals like cottonmouth snakes and feral hogs . Most recently, there's the  Joro spider  invasion that's made national news. Ok, these won't kill you, but, man, do they look terrifying. You'll also need to watch your step. The brick walkways in the historic downtown are in need of repair in many places, making it easy to trip and crack your head ope

Savannah is known for its trees - enormous live oaks dripping with Spanish moss, which is neither Spanish nor a moss . When I told people I met in Winston-Salem that I was coming to Savannah next, the trees were the first thing they would mention. The historic city is built around twenty-two public squares , almost all of which boast this distinctive flora. Sitting in one of these squares feels like stepping into a Henry James novel. You can have the same experience along the much-photographed oak avenue at Wormsloe estate and with the eeriness that the willowy, old trees lend to the famed Bonaventure Cemetery . So yes, it's cliché to post about them and write about how happy they make me, but how can anyone not love them? What is less known about Savannah, or maybe only I was ignorant of, is the traffic. At only 40,000 more inhabitants than Boulder, Savannah delivers endless logjams at all hours of the day. This was especially shocking to me given how much larger the square milea