Monday, Bit of Blue. . .
I always hesitate to mention, here, that I’m feeling a bit low. Primarily, I hate to give any impression that I’m asking for sympathy. As well, I’m aware that most of us are drawn to…
View PostI always hesitate to mention, here, that I’m feeling a bit low. Primarily, I hate to give any impression that I’m asking for sympathy. As well, I’m aware that most of us are drawn to…
View PostDid you get a chuckle out of that little story I shared yesterday? Can you imagine the equivalent in a neighbourhood near you? One man teasing another that the flowers he’s just bought might be…
View PostIf you’re in too much of a hurry to work through the context-setting preamble here, skip to below the photo for the salacious details. . . (okay, not too salacious, but there’s a soupçon of…
View PostLast Saturday, via car, then Metro, then fast train, we headed to Naples with our son-in-law and our 2-year-old granddaughter (our daughter stayed home with a heavy cold, sore throat). Neither Pater nor I tried…
View PostWe’re back in Bordeaux after a busy week in Italy — a few days at our daughter’s home in a small town outside Rome, a few days in Florence, a day trip to Naples. I…
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