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The shame of the media.

Posted by keithosaunders on July 28, 2010

There are many things that disgust me over the forced resignation of Shirley Sherrod, Georgia State Director of Rural Development for the U.S. Department of Agriculture.  Last week a highly excerpted video was released which featured Sherrod saying,  

 “…And here I was faced with having to help a white person save their land. So, I didn’t give him the full force of what I could do. I did enough so that when he… I assumed the Department of Agriculture had sent him to me, either that, or the Georgia Department of Agriculture, and he needed to go back and report that I did try to help him. So I took him to a white lawyer that had attended some of the training that we had provided because Chapter 12 bankruptcy had just been enacted for the family farm.  So I figured if I take him to one of them, that his own kind would take care of him.”

In the modern political world, where Orwellian double-speak reigns, the truth becomes the opposite of what is tendered.  If a non-edited video had been released we would have learned…

“…I didn’t let that get in the way of trying to help… I didn’t discriminate … If I had discriminated against him, I would not have given him any help at all because I wasn’t obligated to do it by anyone … I didn’t have to help that farmer. I could have sent him out the door without giving him any help at all. But in the end, we became very good friends, and that friendship lasted for some years.  I didn’t let that get in the way of trying to help… I didn’t discriminate … If I had discriminated against him, I would not have given him any help at all because I wasn’t obligated to do it by anyone … I didn’t have to help that farmer. I could have sent him out the door without giving him any help at all. But in the end, we became very good friends, and that friendship lasted for some years.” 

That a hack such as Andrew Breitbart, who has a history of fabricating facts via heavily edited videos, could gain such credence with the media is a sad commentary on our current state of affairs.  The Whitehouse and the NAACP have taken a huge hit as well for their knee jerk reactions.  My god, doesn’t anyone bother to fact check?!

Sherrod is a woman who has every right to feel antipathy towards whites.  Her father, a black farmer, was shot by a white farmer because of a dispute over cows.  An all white jury subsequently failed to charge the shooter.  Instead of living her life in festering resentment Sherrod has worked to help the downtrodden, regardless of race.  She eventually came to the conclusion that it wasn’t about white versus black, but the haves versus the have-nots. 

The fact that a woman with her credentials can be so easily cast aside is disgusting to me.  Her very act of being accused of racism by such reputable sources is in itself an act of racism.  At the very least it is cynical, partisan politics. 

Now, let’s assume for a moment, that somehow Breitbart got it right and Sherrod actually did decline to help a white farmer.  He didn’t, but let’s play devils advocate.  Would you equate this kind of racism with the Jim Crow laws of the 19th and 20th centuries?  Is it racism on the scale of separate water fountains for blacks?  Of lynchings?  Of slavery?  Is it even racism?  That someone could lose his or her job over such a matter is sickening. 

Shame on you, Mr Breitbart.  And shame on the Obama administration for not stepping up to plate.

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Hall of shame: A gig that will live in infamy

Posted by keithosaunders on July 25, 2010

And now for one of my all time gigging lowlights.  The year was 1993.  America had just elected a president from Hope, Arkansas, gas was $1.16 a gallon, and a little corner of the internet known as the World Wide Web was born at CERN.  In sports, the Dallas Cowboys romped over the Buffalo Bills in Superbowl XXVII while the Chicago Bulls completed their first 3-peat of the decade with a 4 games to 2 victory over the Phoenix Suns. 

Back in those halcyon days I played in a club date band led by an eccentric drummer named Ronnie Allen.  Club date, of course, is a misnomer.  East coast musicians refer to any gig that is an affair — wedding, bar mitzvah,  or party —  as a club date.  West coast musicians call these gigs casuals, (equally misnamed) while Canadians call it “jobbing.”

Ronnie was a nice enough guy but he was a nickle and dimer.  Your check would arrive in the mail [late] and it would invariably be five or ten dollars short.  You would have to call him and ask him to make up the difference, which he would, but in the meantime you had expended a lot of needless energy. 

Ronnie had these corny catch phrases that he would employ at the end of various songs.  If it was a lively tune he would shout out, “That was better than a Jane Fonda work out!”  After a latin song he would say “Schaeffer is the one beer to have when you’re only having one.”  In Spanish.  If you were playing a 50s song he wanted to make sure that you knew what the ending was.  Right before the completion of the song he would look at you and scream in rapid fire, “Bah-bah-bah-bah-bah-bah!”  This was his universal signal to play a triplet ending.  He looked like a Mongolian psychopath but it seemed to work for him.  Suffice it to say there was nary a dull moment around Ronnie.  You couldn’t turn around without finding him beside you, telling you what to play or do next.

All of this was fine.   These were his gigs, and apart from shorting us on the money he could do with them what he pleased.  As it happened I was on a gig with Ronnie and his big band on October 23rd, 1993, the day that the Philadelphia Phillies played the Toronto Bluejays in game 6 of the World Series.  

We were at a private club in Princeton, New Jersey playing a black tie affair for their alumni association.  By the way, don’t think that this is impressive.  As a musician you have to wear a tux at almost every club date you play.  All it means to us is that it will be harder for to get at the hors d’oeuvres since the uniform brands us as band or waiter.   

Upstairs from where we were playing there was a lounge with a TV tuned to the Series game.  During our breaks we would go upstairs and watch what we could until we had to retreat back to the bandstand.  In the 7th inning the Phillies fought back from a 5-1 deficit to take a 6-5 lead.  I can recall seeing most of this comeback on one of our breaks. 

On our final break we went back upstairs to see if the Phillies could close it out to force a game 7.  God did I want them to hold on to that lead.  I would have been able to watch the deciding seventh game from the comfort of my living room sofa without a bandstand in sight.

The Phillies brought in their erratic closer Mitch Williams to pitch the 9th.  He allowed a walk and got the next hitter to fly out before giving up a single to Paul Molitar.  Each pitch seemed to take minutes to deliver.  I stood in silent agony and endured endless meetings at the mound with catchers, infielders, and coaches.  I knew that our break was close to ending — I was just praying that Ronnie would let it go just two more minutes.  Just…two…more….minutes….

“Gentleman.  It’s time to grace the bandstand.”


Couldn’t he, just this once, have taken a longer break?  We went downstairs and played to an empty room.  The entire party was watching the game.  Of course they were.  WE WERE ONLY 35 DAMN MILES FROM PHILLY!! 

So I’m thinking OK, Saunders, you missed the end of the game.  Fine.  Be cool.  Just let Williams get the last two outs.  Just go down nice and easy, Toronto.  Like the man says, “nice and easy does it every time.”  Just two outs.  Niiiiice and eaaaasy.  Easy does i….

Just then people began streaming down the stairs and I’m thinking, please God, no….please…

“What happened?!” I screamed at a passer-by. 

“Joe Carter just won the game with a two run homer!  It’s the greatest ending of a World Series ever!!”

And there you have it.  I missed it.  To this day I can’t hear the name Joe Carter without grinding my teeth.  My best friend has since given me a video tape of the game, but 17 years later I am unable to bring myself to watch it.  I’m not there yet.  

But you know, as much as I would like to, I cannot blame Ronnie.  You can’t fault a guy for doing his job.  These days, if I was leading a band I would do the same thing.  Notice how I say these days.  In those days I would have lost the gig before missing an ending of a World Series game.

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Remembering Fred Lite, the sickest f**kin’ drummer!

Posted by keithosaunders on July 23, 2010

T – 18 days.

Through the years there have been some great gigs and some terrible gigs.  Some of the notable ones were documented about three months ago here.  I’ve decided to write about a few of ones that have made the Keitho hall of fame and hall of shame.

I’ll  being with a Hall of Fame entry.

In my early years in New York I used to work often with a drummer named Fred Lite.  Fred was one of a kind — he was Danny Devito meets Elvin Jones.  He was opinionated, prone to exaggeration, had a self-depreciating sense of humor, and was whip-smart.  In fact he was a kind of renaissance man.  He tuned and rebuilt pianos.   He was a great card player — he used to go to Atlantic City regularly to play blackjack.  He even wrote a book on card counting.  He was also a first-rate drummer.   Sure, he didn’t have the cleanest chops in the world, but he had an incredible feeling and it was very easy for me to connect with him.  I’ve played with drummers who have had much more technique, but there were few that I enjoyed more than Fred.

Fred’s band consisted of Ralph Lalama on tenor sax, John Ray, on bass, and Jerry Sokolov on trumpet.  We used to play every Thursday night at a dive bar in Chelsea called Pats.  The place smelled like a toilet and it housed a neon blue Young Chang upright piano which is, to this day, one of the worst pianos I have ever played.  They used to set the P.A. speaker on top of the piano next to my left ear.  I am sure that I have lost a portion of my hearing thanks to that gig. 

Wait a minute…this gig may belong in the hall of shame! 

For some reason (could it have been the copious amounts of cocaine available at this establishment?) Pats became an in spot on Thursday nights.  Many great musicians came by and sat in.  Joe Lovano would sometimes come by and play, sometimes even sitting in on drums!  I remember the pianist Renee Rosnes sitting in many times.  A lot of guys from the [then]Mel Lewis band would stop by, as well as our peers — guys like Pat O’Leary, Larry Ham, Pete Malinverni, and Rudy Petschauer — all great musicians who went on to become mainstays on the New York scene. 

Everyone was so wired in this band that it was hard to get through any given gig without at least two of the members screaming at each other.  Even I was somewhat of a live wire.  I was prone to borderline psychotic outbursts and was given the nickname F.C., short for Firecracker.   

Fred was, and is, the greatest Mets fan I have ever known.  Bar none.  He lived and died with them.  During the offseason he would call me up every day and the first thing out of his mouth would be, “Did they make any trades yet?”  If you told him about a trade he would forever credit you with the Mets acquiring  that payer.  It was as if Fred made you a defacto GM.  In this way I got him Tim Teufel and Howard Johnson. 

Back in the fall of 1988, when the Mets were playing the Dodgers in the National League playoffs, we were finishing up a tour in the midwest.  I had brought along my portable 4″ screen battery operated TV in case we had any gigs that coincided with game time.  At a concert in Youngstown, Ohio Ralph would go backstage during the piano and bass solos to watch the game and signal Fred with his fingers what the score was.   To this day I do not fully trust a bandleader who doesn’t like sports.   

The band made many tours.  We often would leave after our Thursday gig, all drunk and disheveled, and drive from 23rd st and 6th avenue in Manhattan, to Toledo Ohio, arriving the following day in the middle of the afternoon.  Once Fred missed the Toledo exit and we had to drive another 20 miles to the next exit to turn around.  

As it happened Fred eventually became disenchanted with the music scene.  The band never got the break it deserved and it had become a money pit for Fred.  He didn’t have the temperament to go on playing joints and he had financial pressure, having to support a wife and two young children.  It goes without saying that music is a tough business to be in.  Especially when you have to be a leader, which in our case means booking agent, manager, as well as performer.  

Sometime around 1991 Fred quit the drums and went back to school.  After receiving his undergrad degree he was accepted into Hofstra law school.  He completed his classes and passed the bar on his first attempt.  It’s remarkable to say the least.  Not only was Fred a great drummer, but he was able to change careers in midstream, practically without missing a beat.  Today Fred is a succesful civil rights lawyer.  If you open up the NY Daily News you are likely to read about a case that Fred is involved in.  I can’t think of two more demanding careers.  Fred, that sick bastard, could do both.

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The state of the move

Posted by keithosaunders on July 18, 2010

We’re three weeks away from our departure to the Bay Area and we have settled on a route.  We’re going to leave from our Upstate house (Ulster county), drive to Niagara Falls, stay over on the Canada side, and continue west, re-entering the U.S. at the Motor City where I’ll be wanting to go to a Tigers game.  After the inevitable veto we’ll continue west into Chicago where we’ll spend a day or two with my brother, providing he agrees to allow the dog to enter his house.  We’ll pick up interstate 90, which will take us through Minnesota and South Dakota.  We plan on driving through the Badlands, but eschewing Mount Rushmore in favor of the Gand Tetons in Wyoming.

If all goes according to plan we should arrive in the Albany, California  sometime around the 19th of August, just in time to begin preparing for my 50th birthday bash.  I’ll have six days in which to meet west coast buddies to invite to the party.  I’ll have to get right to work and hit the bars immediately.  Isn’t there an iphone app? — Insta-friends?  

In the meantime we’re working on buying a larger vehicle for the trip west.  It looks like we’ll buy a minivan — a Mazda 5.  I have long resisted this final foray into middle-aged life but it is now impossible.  Even I have to admit that with three kids and a dog it is needed.   We’re leaving my beloved Honda wagon back east.  Not only does it have nearly 200,000 miles, but it would not pass Cali emissions tests.  Anyway, its radio has stopped working.  I think that one your car radio has given out, it is akin to the fat lady singing.  It’s over.

Our New York apartment is still not sublet, which is a source of stress we could do without.  So now I am calling on the blogosphere:  There is a great three bedroom with East River and Manhattan views available in Long Island City!  You will not be disappointed.  

There you have it.  The state of the move. T – 22 days.

What an apartment!

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Smalls one last time

Posted by keithosaunders on July 13, 2010

My time in New York City can now be measured in weeks.  Although we do not have a definite departure date it is safe to assume that we are under  four weeks away from leaving.  We have yet to rent our apartment which, of course, is a source of great stress.  We are planning trading in our Subaru and leasing a bigger vehicle for the cross-country trip.  There will be four humans and one dog and we would like to minimize the sardine effect as much as possible.  Our oldest boy will not be travelling with us.  Instead he will fly out with a friend and spend some time in San Francisco at his friend’s aunt’s house.   

I first played at the jazz club Small’s with the HardBop Quintet shortly after it opened in 1993.  I remember going down to west 10th st to talk with the owner, Mitch Borden.  When I  met Mitch he was sitting outside on a chair playing violin.  He invited me downstairs to play for him and I remember we played together, though I can’t remember what we played.

The first time we played at Smalls there were just a few people in the audience but Mitch hired us back for the next month and we soon became part of the rotation, playing several times a year.  Gradually the business built up until it became unusual for the club not to be crowded.

In the early days Smalls had no bar and the chairs were arranged haphazardly throughout the basement club.  There were various couches and comfy chairs placed in nooks and crannys for people to plop down in.  For a small venue it was amazing how many such corners it had.  There were even secret alcoves and storage areas that actually served as crash pads — makeshift apartments — for down out musicians.  There was a heavy steel door in the back — it looked like an entrance to a supermarket freezer — which opened into one such storage area that served as a practice room.  It actually contained an upright piano. 

By 1995 Small’s had caught on and was crowded most every night — packed with college students, serious young musicians, and jazz fans.  It became a nurturing ground for young musicians, as well as a home base to some of the older masters, such as Jimmy Lovelace, Frank Hewitt, and Harry Whitaker.

There were times when the musicians, audience, and even the club itself could have an attitude.  Almost always, however, you could hear a pin drop during the sets.  This set it apart from many smaller jazz spots in which conversation was not discouraged.  

Smalls was a serious place in the best sense of the word.  You had young lions desperate to be heard, but with the passion to hang out night after night until five or six in the morning, learning, absorbing, and living jazz.  Not one of them was less than 100 percent committed to the music. 

In 2007, after Small’s had been closed for  a couple of years, the pianist Spike Wilner, and his partner, Lee Kostrinsky, bought Small’s and reopened it.  They remodeled it and added a full bar complete with tap beer.  They hired a much more diverse group of musicians — Mitch was partial to straight ahead bebop — but the standard of playing remains as  high as ever.  In my opinion it is, hands down, the best club in New York City.

 All of this is a long preamble to saying that I have played my final weekend at Smalls as a New York City musician.  If I play there again it will be as a Californian on tour, or on a visit.  I worked with the Richie Vitale Quintet, a group I have had the pleasure of playing with for almost ten years.  We had a great gig and the audiences were generous and appreciative.  It was fitting that towards the end of the final set of the weekend Richie called That’s All.  I thought it would be the last tune of the night but he ended with a medium tempo I Got Rhythm.  I wanted to scream “No!  You’re ruining the poetry!”  Instead I held my tongue. 

It’s going to take a lifetime to find a club in which I feel as home at, and as connected to.  I may never find one.

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Breaking news: Chris Bosh and Dwyane Wade to miss the 2010-2011 season!

Posted by keithosaunders on July 9, 2010

The Associated press reports:

The Miami Heat announced this morning that Chris Bosh & Dwyane Wade may miss the 2010 -2011 season when they were discovered early this morning dazed and confused with multiple leg fractures crawling along a drainage ditch adjacent to the New Jersey Turnpike.  In an unrelated matter, Lebron James announced that he will host a one hour special on ESPN next Thursday night at 9 ET entitled “What’s Next?” It will be broadcast live from the Prudential Center in Newark, New Jersey.  For those who can’t get to Newark, it will also be shown on a 500 foot Diamondvision that will be set up on the construction site of the Nets’ new arena in Brooklyn. 

 In yet another odd companion story, Russian billionaire, Nikolai Prokhorov announced one of the biggest real estate deals in modern times with the revelation that he has purchased Akron, Ohio.  The mayor could not be reached for comment.  In fact, the mayor could not be reached at all. 

 Coincidentally, the deputy mayor was found this morning floating face down in the Ohio River.  The governor immediately appointed a new deputy mayor, Svetlana Prokhorov.  When reached for comment, Ms. Prokhorov would only say, “I am da winnah”. 

 Later this morning, the New Jersey Nets announced that tickets for the upcoming NBA season would go on sale sooner than had been expected——tomorrow.  Tickets can be purchased at the Prudential Center box office or by going online and visiting their brand new web site:

J. Mazzeikov

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I’ve got LeBron fatigue

Posted by keithosaunders on July 8, 2010

ESPN’s all-LeBron-all-the-time coverage has me pining for a simpler era.  One in which the coverage was more understated.  Like the O.J. trial.  The sports network talking heads have been dissecting every rumor out of Cleveland as if they were rabbis parsing Talmud.  At this point I am exhausted with the hype and will almost certainly be rooting against whichever team he signs for.  

I realize that summer is a slow time for television but this is ridiculous.  I’d rather watch reruns of The Brady Bunch.  You know the one:  Joe Namath guest stars and throws a touchdown pass to Bobby.  Now that was riveting drama.

Can anyone even recall Magic Johnson and Larry Bird ever having being free agents?  There certainly wasn’t Academy Awards style TV specials back then to mark the event.  Nobody would have watched.  What, miss Hill Street Blues and Cheers to see Bird re-sign with Boston?  You’ve gotta be kidding! 

The thing is that Magic, Bird, Kareem, and Julius Erving were, at the very least, the equal of LeBron.  Hell, Kobe is better than LeBron and he didn’t get a made for TV special.  I’ll tell you what, he never got a dinner!  Not to take anything away from Akron’s finest but who would you rather build your team around?  I’ll take any of the aforementioned. 

So what if James signs with Miami along with Dwyane Wade and Chris Bosh and goes on to win four titles?  Ho hum.  It won’t be news if he goes to the up and coming Bulls and joins Carlos Boozer, Derrick Rose and the rest of that fine squad and tries to equal Jordan’s feat of six titles.  Big deal. 

Now if he stays with Cleveland and helps that city to its first professional title in 46 years, that’s a different story.  I will tip my cap to him.  But if he really wants a challenge he should consider donning the blue and orange of a little team called the New York Knickerbockers.  Then, and only then, will he be worthy of the moniker of King.

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Comeback format of the year? Vinyl!

Posted by keithosaunders on July 7, 2010

Readers of this blog know that in August I am moving to the Bay Area.  I am currently undergoing the painful process of possession triage.  Some people enjoy the cleansing of old clutter, but I am a pack-rat at heart.  It was all I could do to throw away my major league baseball standings board.  You know, the one with the magnet logos of all of the teams.  I haven’t actually used it in over 10 years but that’s besides the point.

This weekend my wife asked me what I was going to do with my record collection.  This question loosely translates to “I wish you would get rid of them.”  Just because I haven’t actually owned a turntable in 15 years doesn’t mean I will never listen to my albums again.

My period of musical awakening came in the early 70s.  Like most of my generation, I have a very strong memory of listening to albums while growing up.  Some were played so often that there were as many as three indented rings in the cardboard cover.   

It took me a while to make the change over to CDs.  Let’s face it, though they were easier to store, they never really replaced albums.  They were so small that we hardly bothered to read the liner notes.  I stopped knowing the name of songs — in fact most of my jewel boxes ended up cracked or lost. 

 For the past eight years my records have been stored under a table in our upstate house.  This weekend, as I was looking through them, I realized that I could not throw them away.  If I sold them to a collector I could probably make 100 dollars.  It would cost 5 times as much to replace them, and the fact is that many of them, being out of print, are irreplaceable. 

The solution?  I’m leaving my CDs behind.  Once we are settled it will be my project to find a turntable and receiver so that I can rediscover my old records.  Thanks to the ipod I rarely listen to CDs.  Ironically they are much more expendable than my records since I can always download anything that I am missing.  In this respect it is fitting that I am moving back to California.  It is the birthplace of my record collection.  Time for their rebirth!

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Play me, I’m Yours

Posted by keithosaunders on July 2, 2010

A few weeks ago Bkivey asked me what I think of the art installation which has brought 60 pianos to public spaces in New York City.   The pianos, painted in bold colors, are surprisingly inviting — they practically scream out, “PLAY ME!”   

The timing of Bkivey’s request involved a two-part coincidence.  I had arrived home from a gig with a bass player friend of mine, Bim Strasberg, who had just been telling me of the art exhibit.  THis was the first I’d heard of it.  Bim had mixed feelings.  He liked the idea of the pianos being there but wasn’t thrilled with the idea of people walking by and banging on it. 

Part two of the coincidence took place a few hours later in the evening when I was taking my dog for her late-night walk.  Our route takes us by Gantry Park, which is a waterfront park on the Queens side of the East River overlooking the east side of Manhattan.  As we were walking by the park I noticed one of the pianos in the plaza.

It was an old Spinet, barely in tune with a thin tone.  It was missing a hammer on the D an octave above middle C.  You can imagine what the outside elements , especially being next to a body of water, does to a piano.  It had a plastic tarp to protect it from the elements but the tarp had been thrown, or blown onto the ground. 

This was right up my alley!  Nobody can play an out of tune, rickety old piano like me.  You have to be able to deal with these warhorses if you are going to be a jazz pianist in New York.  I have just described the condition of 70% of the pianos in jazz clubs.

And wouldn’t you know it but  I couldn’t resist sitting down and playing a few tunes.  How often was I going to be able to play music with the Manhattan skyline as my backdrop?  It was a warm, balmy night and even though it was already one in the morning there were still a few people out and about.  One couple was dancing and another sat a few feet behind me making out. 

 Before I knew it a half hour had passed and I decided to stop.  I sat down a few feet from the piano and watched as others passed by and took her for a spin.  In the day time the Gantry Park piano is hardly ever vacant.  People are drawn to it like investment bankers to a Yankee game.  There is something cathartic about the instrument being available for all, to play or to listen to.  Sure it receives its fair share of abuse, but that cacophony of the pounding blends in just fine with the urban landscape.  It’s OK….in moderation.

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Road trip!

Posted by keithosaunders on July 1, 2010

Next month my family and I will be driving cross-country to our new home in the Bay Area.  We’re going through the most stressful period now as we still do not have a tenant for our New York apartment.  Besides finding a tenant the most pressing issue is planning our road trip.  We’ve got to get across with two adults, two kids, and a Labrador. 

Today I walked into my local AAA with the hopes that an agent could plan a more interesting route than simply driving west on I 80.  Here’s how it went.

I asked if AAA would be able to come up with a trip-tik from New York to San Francisco.

 “Sure, you just take I 80 the entire trip.” 

I asked if there were any points of interest along the way and he said,

 “Well there’s the Rock n Roll Hall of Fame in Cleveland, and an amusement park a little bit west of there –besides that, there’s nothing until Utah”  

I asked him what about Chicago and he replied, “Oh yeah.”  

An acquaintance mentioned to me that there is google software, possibly tied in with google maps,  that will chart a trip that is interesting and tailored to your wants and needs.  I understand that the software will also let you know where good restaurants are, as opposed to fast food joints and chain outlets.  Has anyone ever heard of this, and if so where can I find it?

Is it quixotic, at this stage, to opt for state roads over interstates?  We’re not going to be in a great hurry to get across and would prefer to see beauty over the corporate drudgery of the interstate system. 

How about driving with a U-Haul?  Have you had good or bad experiences with this?  Is it dangerous when it comes to crossing the Rockie Mountains while towing a U-Haul van?

All information will be greatly appreciated.

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