We all have food aversions. I get that. Some people can’t stomach Brussel sprouts, which just happen to be a favorite vegetable of mine. Some people get green at the thought of linguini and clams, another favorite of mine. Even the innocuous strawberry or peanut can instigate allergic havoc in some people sending them to […]
Read more →I was testing blog titles to see which ones pulled the most responses from my subscribers, and this one is pretty well up there with the best of them! It’s not a trick title, though. It describes what I found out this weekend bowling with a bunch of senior citizens who just happened to be […]
Read more →Inexplicably I find myself interested again in the William Shakespeare authorship controversy, specifically in finding out who the real author was of what we call the Shakespeare Plays and Sonnets. But fear not, this post is not about the authorship controversy. It’s about why I’m interested in it. The Shakespeare mystery is a kind of […]
Read more →The walk to the beach reminded me of going to a rock concert in the 60s…the journey from the everyday world to a community event in another world entirely. In this case, the “concert” was the Holi Spring Festival at a Santa Monica beach. We started out on suburban streets. And came upon others on […]
Read more →Our winter here in Los Angeles was one, long, wet weekend as I reported a couple of weeks ago. The winter began on a midday Thursday and finished up by the end of Sunday. Temperatures were miserable though, getting down to 48 degrees…brrrr…it was tough believe me, really tough. Fortunately for us, such rough weather […]
Read more →I remember seeing Jacqueline Bisset one morning at Heathrow Airport. She was in front of me in the security line, far enough ahead so that as we snaked along, winding back and forth, we came face to face a row a part. Our eyes met and she knew that I knew who she was. I […]
Read more →I heard the vague, and vaguely familiar, sound of water on my rooftop Wednesday night. Could it be? They’d been predicting it. But was it really here? I slid open the patio doors. The concrete decking around the pool glistened in the dining room light that shone upon it, and the surface of the pool […]
Read more →…my family moved to the U.S. from Lincoln, England. I was five years old. It was the summer of 1956. We were all refugees in our heads and my father was a refugee in fact. He’d fled Poland in 1939, made it to England and joined the RAF. He met my mother at Friday night […]
Read more →Before we get started, let’s be clear that by “Man” in the title of this post, I mean men and women. The aspect of our clothes…their importance to who we are, their freeing and constraining virtues are the same in varying degrees for both sexes. “Varying degrees” is clearly the key term here, and I’ll […]
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