If you’re reading this post, it means I’m in Paris. I scheduled it to launch on arrival day—precisely 3 days and 16 hours from when I wrote this sentence. The time has come for Covid and me to coexist; I’m… Read More ›
nomadic retirement
Walking Champagne, part 2
(Walking champagne part 1) Nearly 400 years ago, in the village of Hautvillers, the Benedictine monk, Dom Pérignon, was tinkering with the wine. During his tenure as abbey cellar master, he advanced the extensive blending used in champagne, devised pressing… Read More ›
Finding My Rosebud
In the movie Citizen Kane, “Rosebud” is the final word that Charles Foster Kane utters upon his deathbed. It sets off a flurry of investigation to identify exactly what he meant. Rosebud, it turns out, is a cheap sled. Yet… Read More ›
Scootering, and other resolutions one might make
I dusted off my New Year’s resolutions: —Become fluent in French —Lose 10 pounds —Run a marathon After all, why create new resolutions when I have perfectly good ones that I’ve recycled for decades? Pat, on the other hand, has… Read More ›
Happiness
My grandson, Jack, and I may share a birthday, but our approach to this day is wholly different. This year, Jack’s birthday began when he crawled into bed with his parents and his leg jittered like a jackhammer. My son… Read More ›
The World In Between 