Welcome to where I am, where my kitchen's always messy, a pot's (or a poet) always about to boil over, a dog is always begging to be fed. Drafts of poems on the counter. Windows filled with leaves. Wind. Clouds moving over the mountains. If you like poetry, books, and music--especially dog howls when a siren unwinds down the hill-- you'll like it here.
MY NEW AUTHOR'S SITE, KATHRYNSTRIPLINGBYER.COM, THAT I MYSELF SET UP THROUGH WEEBLY.COM, IS NOW UP. I HAD FUN CREATING THIS SITE AND WOULD RECOMMEND WEEBLY.COM TO ANYONE INTERESTED IN SETTING UP A WEBSITE. I INVITE YOU TO VISIT MY NEW SITE TO KEEP UP WITH EVENTS RELATED TO MY NEW BOOK.
MY NC POET LAUREATE BLOG, MY LAUREATE'S LASSO, WILL REMAIN UP AS AN ARCHIVE OF NC POETS, GRADES K-INFINITY! I INVITE YOU TO VISIT WHEN YOU FEEL THE NEED TO READ SOME GOOD POEMS. VISIT MY NEW BLOG, MOUNTAIN WOMAN, WHERE YOU WILL FIND UPDATES ON WHAT'S HAPPENING IN MY KITCHEN, IN THE ENVIRONMENT, IN MY IMAGINATION, IN MY GARDEN, AND AMONG MY MOUNTAIN WOMEN FRIENDS.
SAN FRANCISCO: Where to Begin?
Well, how about breakfast on our first morning in the city? We strolled a few steps down Sutter Ave. to Lori's Diner, which looked like a frantic place. Long line. Busy waitresses. Energetic hostess! "The countah?", she asked us. No. "Ok, no countah, follow me." And we did, to a table for two near the back, where a 50's Edsel was parked, lights on, with patrons around it taking photos. (I refused to join the crowd, sorry. No photo of the famous Edsel. Wait, you can see its headlights in the photo below.) 
To the left a pinball machine featuring "Creature from the Black Lagoon", one of my faves when I was in the 6th grade!
Many framed photos of Marilyn.
There at our table was a juke box file (what did we call those things back then?) that, alas, was out of order. I was already reaching for my quarters, but I bet these days it would take more than that to play some songs. Somebody kept the music coming: The Supremes, Otis Redding, Beatles, Stones---I was ready to rock! I think my husband was embarrassed. The energetic hostess (see below) must have felt the same way, with a quick jive now and then as she balanced her stack of menus.
To our right was the gorgeous juke box, center of Lori's universe. The Fabulous Fifties, bring 'em on! You can see the fender of the Edsel in the corner of this photo.
The menu was not in the least esoteric, as you might have guessed. Just good American fare, lots of coffee, and memorable hash browns, of which I'm not usually a devotee. Like a good girl, I consumed only the crispy crust atop them. But I did go all out with carb-noshing when it came to the 9-grain toast. So, we gobbled our bacon, eggs, and toast and left ready to take on San Francisco. We returned to Lori's several times during our stay, and each morning I was fascinated by the hostess, Mary Donna, who moved sometimes like a soccer player and at others like chanteuse. She was amazing. I made a quick photo of her on our last breakfast, not a good shot. How could it be? I couldn't get her to slow down long enough.
To the left a pinball machine featuring "Creature from the Black Lagoon", one of my faves when I was in the 6th grade!
Many framed photos of Marilyn.
To our right was the gorgeous juke box, center of Lori's universe. The Fabulous Fifties, bring 'em on! You can see the fender of the Edsel in the corner of this photo.
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