Charge of the wet brigade Fine, so I’m a member of the “bed wetting brigade” A pearl clutcher. Nervous Nelly.…
Yes, but were you safe?
While still in England I posted a blog about taking a guided bicycle tour of London. And upon my return…
She’s reinventing an historic GNV neighborhood, one building at a time.
I wrote this piece about one of my favorite GNV entrepreneurs for Our Town magazine. You can catch it in…
No brain, no heart, no soul
In his latest round of budget cuts The Great DeSanitizer has demonstrated that he is capable of playing three Wizard…
How to watch people, ducks and other skittish carbon based life forms
As a trained observer of the human condition I have learned that the key to successful people watching is to…
Certified, not certifiable
My legions of faithful fans – and they are tremendous people, really tremendous – know fully well that I am…
Back in the saddle again…mate.
I’m not ashamed to admit that our nine-day, 100 mile trek on England’s Cotswold Way just about did me in.…
Hey! Where’s the rubber duck?
Who can be tired of Bath? Jane Austin. Who else is tired of Jane Austin?: Bath. I came to Bath…
Wait! That’s it?
I’m just gonna say this and I’ll never bring it up again. When Jenny first proposed that we do the…
The shortest day
What to say about day 8 on the Cotswold Way? It was blustery and cold (take that Florida) with what…
