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
Last weekend, we had the good fortune of visiting Walla Walla, Washington for two days with the noble purposes of tasting local wines and spending time with our good friends, Wendy and Brian. Just show up, taste wine, and repeat. Continue reading
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
It seems to me that by the time you’re 50-ish, or in my case, just barely 60, you start to feel like you’ve been there, done that, gotten the t-shirt, and seen it all. And when you do look at the things that you haven’t done, a lot of them are either dangerous, stupid, too expensive, or maybe even childish.
Take sky diving, for example. You may have noticed that this is a big thing for people to do on their 21st, 30th, or maybe even 40th birthday, but by the time the latter milestones Continue reading
One day I was 59 and the next day I was 60. It happens like that. Or 16 Celsius, if you prefer. It really doesn’t matter, because “old age” is always technically 15 years older than I am. So, all in all, I feel pretty good about it.
Except that I feel really badly about Alan Rickman, who died on my birthday. RIP, Alan, I will miss you, Truly, Madly, Deeply.
A few weeks ago was “Back to The Future Day” — that day in BTTF II that Marty and Doc had to get to, 30 years in the future (from 1985 to 2015). They had to travel to this date, in order to find how terribly wrong things had gone in the past. It occurred to me that I should do the same. Time to get back to my future, after things had gone terribly wrong. Continue reading
I really admire brave people. People who live on the edge of life, and dangle their feet over the Grand Canyon. People who take off, with $100 and a backpack, to travel the world for a year. Continue reading