Hotel Utopia

I was delighted when I found out that Joseph Cornell, the artist who makes box art, lived on Utopia Freeway. Well of course he did. Shouldn't we all?

At one time I thought it wanted to have a political blog called Lefty's Bar & Grill. Porters would be on draft, maybe a chocolate stout. It would be located in the Hotel Utopia, and all my socialist and anarchist friends could sleep in the small rooms with the fabulous balconies for a song. But politics can wrap itself too easily around the heart. So Lefty's is boarded up, un-opened, still imagined, though the atomic jukebox is still plugged in to the wall.

It is good to have something to look forward to. After the revolution, we'll meet at Lefty's B&G, hoist some Edmund Fitzgeralds, and sing along with the Dropkick Murphys, Ashley Brooke Toussant, Favorite Saints, Erin Vaugh, or Jason Venner unplugged. But for now, welcome to the Hotel Utopia. Parking is free. And the rooms still use keys. How many stars, you ask? We are all stars at the Hotel Utopia.