Time. Where has it gone? We spent a relaxing, fun Christmas in Charlottesville with our entire family (including the featured addition, our new grandson, Jack Patrick). For my gift, I allowed myself not to worry about this blog. The family… Read More ›
I flew to Israel to have lunch with a man and his wife. Nathan Steiner grew up in Bratislava. I knew the family name from the Steiner bookstore which still operates in the center of the old town. Ever since… Read More ›
Everyone in Paris had a favorite chicken man. Mine was Bouba, a Senegalese giant who worked the chicken business inside the meat market near our apartment. He was black as night and wore a matching shirt with white pinstripes. Each… Read More ›
During several visits to Paris, we stayed in the trendy arrondissements – the little numbers. We ran the gamut from one to seven before stopping at seven and staying there several times. In each place, we encountered street performances; singers,… Read More ›
The French have a reputation. In my view, it is undeserved. But mix a smidgen of reality with a pinch of American paranoia and voila! They hate Americans, smoke, wear berets, fool around on their women, believe in their innate… Read More ›
The World In Between 