A paradise for true cars aficionados

Lake George, NY
Fort William Henry Hotel in Lake George Village

It was a cannot-miss car show, around 1600 beautiful classic cars, trucks, customs parts, equipment, services and much more, FREEDOM. The 32nd edition of Adirondack Nationals Car show started on Thursday, September 9th, 2021 and ended on Sunday September 12th, four days of the roars of the engines. Cruises ran north to south on Canada Street (main street) of Lake George Village, NY, then back south to north. Hundreds of chairs and people were line-up to watch the show. Our camping was right on Canada street and we can hear that roaring even at 3 am, one of the noises which somehow doesn’t bother me at all. They held an award ceremony with many awards, favorite Corvette Award, Favorite Mustang Award, etc. I wish that by the time this post is online I could find some info or pictures related to the 2021 winners of 32nd edition. I believe everyone got something to win, quality and amazing time outside the box.

The 32nd Annual Adirondack Nationals Car Show

The Mount

The Mount, Edith Wharton’s Home. In the Berkshires, New England, MA.

“Edith Wharton was an American novelist, short story writer, and designer. Wharton drew upon her insider’s knowledge of the upper class New York “aristocracy” to realistically portray the lives and morals of the Gilded Age. In 1921, she became the first woman to win the Pulitzer Prize in Literature, for her novel The Age of Innocence.”


“As a woman I have no country. As a woman I want no country. As a woman, my country is the whole world.”
― Virginia Woolf

“Sometimes I wonder if men and women really suit each other. Perhaps they should live next door and just visit now and then.”
― Katharine Hepburn

“The most beautiful makeup of a woman is passion. But cosmetics are easier to buy.”
― Yves Saint Laurent

“Why does a woman work ten years to change a man, then complain he’s not the man she married?”
― Barbra Streisand

Amurg de iarna

Winter Dusk – by George Bacovia

Sombre and metallic, dusk in winter,
The white plain – vast and round –
A raven comes rowing from the background,
Cutting the skyline at the diameter.

Occasional trees like crystal in their snow.
Longings for disappearance sip at me,
While the same raven goes back silently,
Cutting the skyline at the diameter.

Translation from : http://www.aboutromania.com/bacovia20.html

Amurg de iarna, sumbru, de metal,
Campia alba – un imens rotund –
Vaslind, un corb incet vine din fund,
Taind orizontul, diametral.

Copacii rari si ninsi par de cristal.
Chemari de disparitie ma sorb,
Pe cand, tacut, se-ntoarce-acelasi corb,
Taind orizontul, diametral.

Din “Introducere la dor”

(Creatie si frumos in rostirea româneascã de Constantin Noica)

Prin formatia sa „dor” are in el ceva de prototip: este o alcatuire nealcatuita, un intreg fara parti, ca multe alte cuvinte românesti cu inteles adanc si specific. Reprezinta o contopire, si nu o compunere. S-a contopit in el durearea, de unde-si vine cuvantul, cu placerea, crescuta din durere nu pricepi bine cum…

Cum faci sa-ti alini dorul? Iti amintesti ca ai pastrat intr-o cutie de tabla, sus pe raft, niste cafea adusa din tara de mai bine de doi ani si ca ai voie sa bei din ea numai la sarbatori, de Pasti, de Craciun sau de ziua României. Nu te intereseaza daca e expirata, atata timp cat isi pastreaza ceva din aroma de acasa si te trimite in bucataria unde, inca faceai cafea la ibric. Si daca tot e sarbatoare, stii ca poti folosi un strat din crema de galbenele, care iar iti alina dorul… Parca mai am si ceva Gerovital? Dar iti spui ca prea te rasfeti si ca ar trebui sa mai pastrezi ceva din dor, de dor caci nu stii cand te mai doare …

„Noi nu spunem placere de durere, cu atat mai putin cautare de negasire, spunem dor, care e insa si cautare si negasire, cum este si placere si durere.”

Si apoi spui ca azi este despre mine si macar astazi sa recit Misterele de Durere in limba, care te doare, ca n-o folosesti si doar in graiul, in care iti permiti sa te doara.

„ Si atunci, stai in fata cuvintelor, cum stai in fata dorului, sa te intrebi: este buna nedeterminarea aceasta? S-o sporim? Sau sa-i risipim magia? – S-o risipim fara grija: magia ei nu se curma…”