Author Archives: Mike

We don’t do the conventional Valentine’s Day thing. We don’t do a lot of ‘conventional’ type things. It’s how we stay young. Or possibly, it’s how we fool ourselves that we’re staying young. My theory is that by the time … Continue reading →

I saw an article on-line today that was discussing whether the increase in the number of smoke alarms was responsible for the decline in deaths from household fires during the last quarter century. Along with the article was one of … Continue reading →

I have coined a term, Preppage, which is the period just prior to commencing travel where one figures out what one is going to pack. As Mary points out, preppage is not actually a word, in the conventional sense; conventional … Continue reading →

Over the summer, whilst we sat before a roaring fire and drank hot toddies as a frigid snowstorm beat against the windows (and before you dismiss this as hyperbole, we have snow well into May), we discussed our upcoming travels. … Continue reading →

According to my completely unscienterrific survey recently, I’ve noticed that the taxi drivers in New York and Los Angeles have completely different styles. Yes, I know, why am I using a taxi in LA, what kind of social deviant doesn’t … Continue reading →

Since we moved here to the wilds of Colorado, amongst the crystal clear skies and clean piney scented air I have developed a bit of, well, not really an obsession. More like a thing. Like, when you find a place … Continue reading →

We recently visited Barcelona and came away liking it bunches. We got to spend three days there on our big-time, wondrous, splendiferous all-expenses-paid trip to the Iberian peninsula. Granted, we had to pay for all the expenses, but one can’t … Continue reading →

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 →