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 …
Up at the top of Jackson at the corner of 20th, there’s a funny little place called Hidmo. There’s a bar with a dance floor – Hidmo has live music every other Friday night – a sort of hallway with booths in it, and the restaurant is at the back under a sign that says …
One of my favorite travel blogs, Vagablogging, is featuring – hey, wait! That’s me! Thanks, Vagablogging!
It’s no secret that I really hate to fly. For someone who loves to travel so much, this shouldn’t be the case, but there you have it, the Achilles tendon in an otherwise sturdy traveler. This dislike is not based in so much in fear as it is in discomfort. Airplanes are narrow places with …