This week’s Fish Wednesday is going to be eaten out of a compartmentalized tray squeezed on the back of the seat in front of me, so I’ve moved it up a few days. Plus, who wants to put something as sacred as Fish Wednesday in the hands of British Airways? I might be able to …
If you think you don’t want to see a play about semi-pro wrestling, especially one that has an overtly homoerotic subplot, well, to my stunned surprise, you’re wrong. Last night I was lucky enough to catch Piledriver at the Cap Hill Arts Center. I found it wildly entertaining. Oh, sure, it’s obscene. It’s rife with …
The Man in Blue plays Johnny Cash songs on a big guitar in Post Alley. He’s a smiling guy and has a deep voice and he’s not half bad. He played a respectable Walk the Line – that was preceded by the classic Folsom Prison Blues. Johnny Cash makes a suitable soundtrack for eating chowder …
I’ve just spent the weekend in Hawaii. Sort of. It was hot and sunny and we were near the water and there were Hawaiians everywhere, playing music, making food, dancing, sharing songs and chord progressions for the ukulele, oh, and lots more. I’ll come back and write more once I’ve caught up at home, but …
Mr. Fish Pants, seen here in his pants with fish on them, joined us at Coastal Kitchen last night for dinner. “Those eyelashes are to die for,” the waiter told me, while Mr. FP and I were taking a stroll about the place. Mr. FP is modest, mostly, and just squealed and giggled and gave …
I had no idea there were crayfish in the Alpine Lakes. Neither did my friend Knox so both of us were amazed to see three of them, right below us in the water. Two of them engaged in battle while a third stayed out of the way under a fallen tree snag. Knox tried to …