Monthly Archives: January 2012

Somewhere in the past couple of months, while traveling, I, at some point, came across a can of Coke. I know this because I have a note about it, but I haven’t a clue where this event occurred. Granted, it … Continue reading →

Well, it’s not the Casablanca of our dreams, a dram of brandy consumed while gambling our last thirty francs on roulette, as Sam tickles the ivories. Though truth be told, Rick never got within five thousand miles of Casablanca, since … Continue reading →

So we were wandering through yet another London museum, and by now you’d think we’d seen them all, but apparently London museums are almost literally limitless in number. I suspect that when we’re not in England there’s a committee somewhere … Continue reading →

We recently visited the US/Canadian border on our way to Vancouver. This is what transpired: Canadian Border Services Officer (hereafter known as Officer Sir): “Good evening. Identification please. Pause. Officer Sir: “When was your last visit to Canada?” Me: “Oh, … Continue reading →