So what I did get to do is to travel around by bus to West End where the appropriate bank Royal Bank of Scotland (RBS) and the Vodafone store is. A 57 across the river past the Central Station then transfer to a number 8. Oh what fun!, (thats not sarcastic) Wonderful view at the front of a top of a double bus with a camera that was out of juice and forgeting that I had my back up camera from Bill. Must say I love the bridges. A lot of them remind me of the bridges over the Charles in Cambridge Mass. Also the ubiquitous stone and heaviness of the buildings. Very cozy.
The initial plan was to go to Kelvingrove Museum Where Dali’s St. John of the Cross is. But the nice hockey fan I met at the news stand place suggested the transportation museum. Got to ride the subway – There are two tracks that go in a circle -inner and outer. Then walked in a sort of nowhere feeling place across a road way of some sort to this really swell Museum. Noticed that the sky is closer here. On the way saw these huge cranes. I’m not sure if they are still alive or if they are ghosts of the Shipbuilding times. That is where the Museum and nowhere area is: where the ships used to be built. Just like in Pgh where there are little bits of J&L Steel, (JAYnelstill) left to be sculpture where the tech buildings, shopping malls and brownfields are now. So I have a picture of that from the Transportation Museum. Would have loved to have the Great nephews there. (Not being sexist – there are no great nieces.)
So the next day I did get to the Kelvingrove after taking care of business at Vodafone. So it’s on either other side of these University of Glasgow Buildings – After glancing at a campus map thought I would take a walk across what I somehow thought was a flat green to the Kelvingrove. It wasn’t a flat green.In any case once there I did see amongst other things Dali’s Saint John on the Cross. So of course it’s impressive but they have it in a little room so you can’t stand back and you have to sort of squeeze in with other folks some of whom are praying to it.
My Glasgow culture evening out was thanks Glasgow Willie whom I had just met last weekend at The Alabama 3 with the Alabama 3 folks. He made time to take me for a pint which was very gracious as he obviously had had a long day and very appreciated as I was not able to meet up with the other people whom I would meet the next weekend. (As they were busy with the conference and in fact didn’t know me). So thanks to Willie I got to go to a proper Glasgow Pub and learned to order Tennent’s Lager which served me well in Portree,- one with no music in and area near city center called Merchant City which I had assumed was something horrible but was wrong. It wasn’t built last week like it would have been, you know,where I’m from.
Also found myself uncharacteristically chatty with poor Willie and Teri and the cats which I think is an affect of traveling alone.