The Inn at Cuckolds Lighthouse was, until the late 1800s, a beacon to help ships sailing in fog avoid two, rocky islets at the entrance to Booth Bay that were much feared by sailors. Seven years ago, a local citizens formed a group to take over and renovate the property that’s now open in summer months to visitors and overnight guests. There are two suites, the East and the West, and if you’re a couple who have dreamed about running an inn—or who have run an inn—this might just be where you want to spend mid-May through mid-October next year.
You’ll live in the Keeper’s Quarters on the property, and you’ll be expected to provide impeccable hospitality, including preparing hearty breakfasts, afternoon tea, and gourmet dinners for guests. You must also be comfortable handling the small craft that transports guests from the mainland to the inn.
You can apply here by writing Janet Reingold.
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Last month, Lufthansa Airlines said it would deliver a ready-to-heat, business-class meal to homes in Germany every Wednesday for about $13. But how about having dinner in a replica of Pan Am a Boeing 747? You can do that in Los Angeles.
Suddenly it’s 1970 again, and Pan Am is still a vibrant, international airline when you step inside the cabin of a 747 on the site of Air Hollywood, an aviation-themed studio used for shooting television show and movies. Air Hollywood teamed up with Anthony Toth, perhaps the world’s foremost collector of Pan Am memorabilia, to create what they call the Pan Am Experience. Flight attendants—excuse me, stewardesses—in vintage uniforms wheel that food cart right down the aisle to carve your chateaubriand as you watch.
No jeans allowed—guests are asked to dress up a bit, just like the old days. Dinner will cost you $297 to sit upstairs in first class, $30 less to sit downstairs, which is also first class. You’ll start with a shrimp and crabmeat cocktail and move onto the beef, chicken, or a vegetarian pasta main course. A dessert, fruit, and cheese trolley will follow with liquors and coffee. And ‘70s movies will play on the overhead projection system.
More info here.
I recently crossed a threshold of sorts—somewhere in the air between London and San Francisco, I crossed the million-mile mark in terms of flying Delta Air Lines a couple of weeks ago. These are actual miles flown on paid tickets—not flights using award miles.
I got to tell you, it exhausts me to think about it. I hit a million on American Airlines years ago when I lived on the East Coast. But since moving to St. Paul more than a decade ago, Delta became my go-to airline since that airline dominates the Minneapolis-St. Paul airport.
And now I’m a million-mile guy on Delta.
I think the airline sends me a new frequent flyer card with “million miler” on it, and I get to be a silver-level flyer for the rest of my life even if I don’t re-qualify each year. Other than that, who knows?
This is not an exclusive club— thousands of regular fliers rack up millions of miles on various airlines. A Chicago automotive sales consultant, Tom Stuker, has accumulated more than 13 million miles on United, and the airline painted his name on the side of a 747. Much as I enjoy flying, I’m not sure I ever want to reach that threshold.
This one is for all the germaphobes, and I know you’re out there. You wipe down your airline tray table with disinfectant, and you do the same with the telephone and television remote control in your hotel room.
But have you thought about popular tourist sites?
An online house cleaning service called Hassle.com recently listed the world’s 20-plus most bacteria-ridden attractions. Like Ireland’s Blarney Stone that’s kissed by 400,000 people. A year. Would you kiss someone who regularly kissed 400,000 others a year?
Then there are the railings of the Eiffel Tower, the “gum wall” in Seattle, and handprints outside Grauman’s Chinese Theatre in Hollywood.
And who knew so many visitors liked to kiss Marilyn Monroe’s crypt at Westwood Village’s Memorial Park in Southern California? Or that women like to kiss Oscar Wilde’s grave at the Paris cemetery where he’s buried so as to leave a lipstick print?
And have you thought about those pigeons fluttering all around your head in Venice’s St Mark’s Square? There, tourists actually try to touch the birds!
Of course, the fact I’m over 60 may make me more acutely aware of such things, but when I bought my ticket to ride Portland’s light rail, I saw several categories of tickets for purchase from a kiosk: regular passenger, student, and then—instead of “senior citizen”—the other option was . . . “honored citizen.”
Now I liked that. And, in fact, in most cultures, the older you get the more respect and honor accrues to you. In America, that’s not always the case. Where to put mom and dad or how to care for them is often more of a chore than a pleasure.
But my friend Dan Buettner studies the places in the world where people not only live longer but also enjoy a better quality of health into old age. He calls those places “Blue Zones,” and he’s written a book by that title. He found one key to longevity is feeling valued and waking each day with a sense of purpose, no matter what your age.
I think feeling honored by you family AND by society is all good.
Check out Dan’s web site here.