"On Friday, I was stuck at Herr Schicklgruber’s annual autumn festival, exchanging inanities with the library donors. I was stumbling through rounds of lawn darts and badminton and the only tonic for my introversion had quite a bit of gin mixed into it..."Read More
"Then, early Monday morning, Siggy and I woke to a windstorm that generously deposited half a willow tree against the side of our house..."Read More
Frasier: Daphne, what is that?
Daphne: It’s an electric kettle. Boiling water for my tea.
Frasier: Oh. Smells like dog shit.Read More
"Five years ago, during the last Jaialdi, Siggy and I were spending our first summer in Boise. Cat-less, renting, living in sin (at least for a few more months). Then, we tasted our first kalimotxo and the picture suddenly came into focus..."Read More