Monthly Archives: March 2011

I love this idea. An outpost, as it were, of the famed Original Farmer’s Market may (or may not) open at LAX. I mean, I don’t know why we can’t have yet another KFC outlet or better yet Subway, now … Continue reading →

Sunday’s the day I think of as the Day of Little Pleasures. Saturday is the day you go do all the things you should have done during the week. Monday through Friday are the days where you avoid doing the … Continue reading →

Mary has apparently been a good girl this year, though no one asked me, and I’m not going to mention the Great Shoe Debacle, again. But Mary seems to be on excellent terms with that part of the vast Disney … Continue reading →

Today’s post isn’t about my normal daytime routine, that is, spending the better part of the day, or often all day, in pajamas and tennis shoes. You laugh now, but if a disaster were to strike that requires immediate fleeing, … Continue reading →

No, this is not a plug for the wine enjoyed by the bands Black Sabbath and Judas Priest (though I have it on good authority it’s Clos de Tart, a small Burgundian vineyard in the Cote de Nuits appellation). Rather, … Continue reading →

Who doesn’t like pie? Oh, I’m sure there’s a few people out there who don’t have a song in their heart and a warm ray of sunshine illuminating their sour, scrunched up, bitter faces. You know, the type of people … Continue reading →

I have to admit it, I suck at languages. Not interestingly enough at accents, I do those really well. So well, I often start adopting an accent within five minutes or so of hearing it, and every now and then … Continue reading →

The New York Times (We’re Still Here, No Thanks To The Internet) recently published an article on ‘How Not To Get Sick On A Flight’. It was as my grandfather used to say, a bunch of malarkey. Or at least … Continue reading →

Paging through Budget Travel magazine this month, or it could be last month, or maybe even two months ago, as I tend to let magazines pile up a bit, unless we’re travelling. If we’re due to go on the road, … Continue reading →

According to Mary, the title describes me to a T. What exactly does that mean, ‘describe me to a T’? Why doesn’t it describe me to a J, or an L? I guess I could use the awesome power of … Continue reading →