It was 1990. Things were changing fast in the Soviet Union. There weren’t a lot of tourists in Leningrad and there certainly wasn’t much infrastructure for us. Did we stay in a hotel that was mostly brown? Was the dining room full of hookers in the early evening? There was brown bread for breakfast, sour …
It’s official, I’m a snob. The reason for this epiphany? The baked goods at Honore. Now, granted, I didn’t try everything. Only four things: the cannele — a tiny custardy bundt shaped goody with gooey insides, the chausse de pomme — essentially an apple turnover, the koign imman — I’ll come back to this, and …
It’s a beautiful breezy day when we roll down the hill to Lincoln Park, breezy, not windy, which is perfect because it’s been much too long since I logged any miles on the bike and a stiff wind is going to make it all the harder. Our destination is Alki Beach where it’s car free …
J found the first one a few weeks ago. I found the second one on the front lawn this morning.
We choose to go to the moon. We choose to go to the moon in this decade and do the other things, not because they are easy, but because they are hard, because that goal will serve to organize and measure the best of our energies and skills, because that challenge is one that we …