Mister and I have been watching the L.A. Clippers during the post-season and the other night the announcers were talking about other players and particular records. When they mentioned Moses Malone having a run-in with someone, I…
Dates on a Calendar
I have a little calendar hanging inside a kitchen cupboard. Each year I get a new one at an Italian deli. It’s a weird habit – getting these calendars. I’ve been looking at them for years now and…
Troubled Waters
I don’t usually write about politics, as I just don’t want to. It isn’t that I don’t have thoughts or feelings; I most certainly do. But I try to keep that out of this forum, as I…
Her Name Was Christina
When I lived in Boston, I was a flight attendant. Mister was in grad school and my job paid the bills. We lived in a tiny apartment in Beacon Hill. When people heard where we lived, they assumed…
Ice, Ice, Baby (or, My Brush With Mediocrity)
The other morning I went out to my old car and finally got the engine to turn over. Once it did, I swished the wiper-blades a couple of runs to clear the night’s dew from the windshield. Only…
Old Friends, New Tricks
Yesterday I mentioned a dinner meeting in Santa Monica. When I arrived at my destination, I walked around the block and saw the building shown above – The Huntley Hotel. Talk about a blast from the past… …