Tricia and I recently popped in on my parents to see how they’re doing, lend a hand about the house and yard, amble through a few galleries, and sample the ample takeout opportunities of the southwest. Just a quick visit, bracketing a weekend a few days either side. But always with time for a few […]
Hilary Burgin, aka La Chica, turns twenty. (I know, I could be wrong and I really should check this out with her mom.)
Once Diane regains some or her drug-sapped energy and can stop by, she will be happy to not have to have to negotiate the makeshift stairs that disgraced the approach to our house from our new garage level all Winter and Spring. As I write, Linda beautifies our new morning-coffee-and-paper view, engrossed in her next […]
“Honey, please come back to me. No one will call you Mrs. Diane Canning. I promise.” Thought bubbles: Me : I can see Polly’s lips moving but I can’t hear anything. Diane: You’d think he’d be ready for this after thirteen years. Patti : My sister could have married a lawyer. The kiss, twenty-five years […]
Diane, did you know that Otis wrote this song in 1967 while living on a houseboat in Sausalito? Do you suppose he and Sweet William were friends?
One foot dipped into the iPod pond… I’m cheep. I winced when I gave daughter Katie a $74 shuffle iPod for her birthday. No way would I buy one for myself, however. (Even assuming the rakkity Family Financial Manager, herself, would allow me to). So on Father’s day, when I saw the Office Depot ad […]
Michael, the second installment has been mediated by knowing that I was early, late and inadvertantly on time (last night) in birthday communications. Keep in mind that e-mail composition on a BB is real handiwork, no pun intended. It may be that this is the substitute for letters, at least from England. So, my first […]
Dear Lowlanders, Last Sunday, my buddy Steve said we should go on a hike this Wednesday. So I contacted beartoother Chuck and asked for suggestions, saying only that, “Steve wants to go high.” Chuck suggested we go to the ghost-town of Hessie (at 9500′ in the Indian Peaks), and start from there. So Wednesday dawned […]
Michael, I was trying to think of a suitable gift and decided it should be a travel BBerry e-mail in several parts. This is the first one, and it will be mid-night here shortly so I decided it is permissible to send it. First, I got into the Stella Artois grass court tennis tournament in […]
Mike, On our way across the pond last month, our Brit Air pilot just missed Greenland. According to the map monitor on the back of the seat in front of me, we flew just south of the southern tip. (It was cloudy anyway.) But on the way back, we crossed the southern tip, and I […]
Mike, On our way across the pond last month, our Brit Air pilot just missed Greenland. According to the map monitor on the back of the seat in front of me, we flew just south of the southern tip. (It was cloudy anyway.) But on the way back, we crossed the southern tip, and I […]
Those babies are tucked up under the roof of the garage and it’s hard to get a good clear shot. Maybe once their heads are poking above the nest. However, while I was on the ladder their parents returned with food, and squawked at me. I was using my 90 mm prime, not my telephoto.