Eat. Drink. Spain!

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I recently returned from a 12-day culinary odyssey to Barcelona, Seville, and Madrid with 11 other delightful people.  I took more than 1900 photos, which is a direct reflection of the great time I was having, more than of my photographic skill.  I could bore you with endless tales of fine dining, Continue reading


“At the table, no one gets old.” (old Italian proverb)

Every time someone sends us a Christmas/Holiday card, I’m amazed and pleased.  I’m shocked that people still buy cards, fill them out, pay for stamps, and navigate the icy roads to stick them in the mail.  Cutesy cards, holiday greetings, animal cards, family photo cards, what’s not to love about them all.  And what’s even better Continue reading

A First Date Retrospective…After 30 Years

Some married people look like they belong together.  You’ll know this is true when others refer to them as vegetables, as in “They’re peas in a pod.”  These people also will, later in life, take on the irritating practice of dressing alike, usually right after they start watching Lawrence Welk Continue reading

Memories of a Bar Fly

Tucked away, behind a tall stand of trees, a mortuary, and another restaurant called the Figg Tree, was a rustic bar in Phoenix called the Monastery.  I’m not sure when it opened, probably in the late 60s, but I spent a ridiculous amount of time there from the mid-70s through the mid-80s.  Whoever was tending bar always wore a monk’s robe while Continue reading

Hugs, Kisses, and No Regrets

For years now, I’ve spent every New Year’s Day surrounded by legal tablets, calendars, pens, and caffeine…vestiges of that Manifesting 101 class I took, well, a long time ago. We tore things out of magazines to paste on our personal vision poster boards and damn near sang “Kumbaya.”  Needless to say, not much came out of that, unless you count using the vision boards for kindling later on in the Spring.

But 2016 was different. On New Year’s Day, I did not make a list (Gary considered calling 9-1-1, but I talked him out of it).  Instead, at the advice of an amazing medicine woman from Utah, I wrote down what I wanted to bring into my life this year on a wee piece of paper.  In addition to a bunch of gory details that I won’t bore you with, I asked for Clarity.  I added a single strand of my hair and some “eagle smoke” material to it, tried to clear my millions of random thoughts, tossed it all into the fireplace, and watched it burn.

Oddly, the little packet took a long time to burn, but my friend said that it sometimes just Continue reading