My Traveling Blues: Charles Baty diner tour & driving tips
The Charles Baty Traveling Blues Wisdom collection. HI Travel Tales ran regular travel essays from our friend Charles Baty during his Golden State-Lone Star Revue tours in 2016. They were always a treat for us to read — his writing was as full of life as his music. Sadly, Charles passed away at the age of 66 on March 6, 2020. We will deeply miss seeing him at local gigs, but feel so grateful for the time we were able to share with him. We hope you enjoy his writing and observations of life on the road as much as we do.
April 16, 2016. The official “Diner Tour” continued today at one of our favorite spots – Dove Diner in Newcastle, Del.
It has an amazing assortment of cakes and pies that I have never tried because I am always too full after finishing a breakfast there to even attempt a bite. They have half off dessert weekend prices – a mere two bucks for a piece of cake about 10 inches high.
But enough about food. The Bethesda Blues and Jazz Supper Club (shown in the cover photo) is a huge art deco club with lots of tables, good food, and is located conveniently across the street from our hotel. Our friends brought about 100,000 calories worth of cookies, brownies and carrot cake. I did not see any famous politicians in the house…. That’s too bad because blues could help change the political focus of this country. Blues is a policy that does not favor any economic or racial strata. And good blues ought to make the poorest or the richest person smile and tap their feet and move to the groove. Maybe we need a Blues Political Party. Sign me up!!
April 14, 2016. New Jersey is an enigma. There are beautiful landscapes and coastlands, great neighborhoods with real family owned restaurants and delis, lots of pine trees, and some industrial sprawl. We headed over to a thrift store in Tuckerton N.J., this morning…and then we ate at a diner (again) and headed down U.S. Route 9. About 10 miles into the ride, we stumbled onto some bizarre Twilight Zone-like compound of 6 acres or so with statues of tanks, planes, Jesus, elephants, aliens, and tons of other unrelated things with signs saying things like “God Bless America.” I was curious about this strange ranch of the absurd and bizarre and found a story about it on a website called weirdnj.com by searching for stories on weird houses on Route 9. It evidently is the summerhouse of a man named Mr. Kim, the site says, and it is has an interesting history.
We drove by groves of pine trees and swamps that looked like great dumping grounds for mob hits. Definitely was reminiscent of the Sopranos. We made it to Delaware and I actually had time for a nap.
April 12, 2016 – I once told a friend that I could write a book about things like going to the grocery store. All of the little dramas that you witness and imagine, all of the chance encounters that you make. Today was one of those types of book-worthy days, but I will make a small attempt at brevity. We left rainy, cold and miserable Springfield, Mass., and headed down a patented “Little Charlie shortcut” and toll-avoidance route through Connecticut via I-84, a sharp left at 684 on the NY state line, down the Saw Mill Parkway by the Reader’s Digest headquarters, over the Tappan Zee bridge, the ring road through New Jersey called 287, I-78 West to Allentown Pa., and then down 309 South also known as the Bethlehem Pike. So many beautiful and poignant sites decorate this route. But you have to be careful. New Jersey State Police are both sneaky and relentless. You had better stick to the speed limit there.
One of the many things a road musician or in fact any traveler should know are the colors of each state’s highway patrol, which states you can make a right on a red light, the relative tolerance in each state for going over the limit, and finally where the good coffee shops, restaurants, and grocery stores are. Oh, and the diners. When you’re in a hurry and need a quick sandwich, nine times out of 10 you can get a cheaper yet better sandwich at a neighborhood deli or store than the boring and tasteless Subway. Anson (Funderburgh) and I scored great turkey sandwiches at a Shop Rite in Southbury, Conn…. Headed through Jersey into Amish country. The Pennsylvania Dutch are not Dutch but “Deutsch” — in other words German. I spoke a few words in German to a hotel guest in the elevator who asked for floor “drei” (three).
Sellersville Theater is historic and sounds great inside. The adjacent restaurant called Washington House has incredible food, and we ate in style — no insulting “band menu.” My short ribs melted in my mouth. As long as this report is, I skipped many things such as the postal employee who asked if R.W. and myself were in a punk band, and the cat that brought down some rare photos of Little Walter. Our diner tour continues with breakfast in a German diner tomorrow, gig near Atlantic City, more car repairs. Now you’re caught up.
The Charles Baty Traveling Blues Wisdom collection
- April 12: My Traveling Blues: A life on the road
- April 19: My Traveling Blues: Diner tour and driving tips
- April 28: My Traveling Blues: Dirty blues and Italian ice
- June 24: Red Eye to hot blues: Off to Mishawaka and the Midwest
- June 29: Singing the blues: Charles Baty Lone Star Revue tour winds down
- July 5: No polka for Charles Baty and the traveling blues band
- August 10: ‘You don’t go to Tucson to eat pizza’ – Charles Baty blues wisdom
- September 5: Traveling blues on tour: ‘Be the road,’ says Charles Baty
- November 24: Feeling the blues: Thanksgiving tour and Charles Baty’s missing home
Don’t miss Little Charlie’s CD, “Little Charlie and the Organ Grinder Swing: Skronky Tonk”