Je m’appelle . . . um, voyons, … je m’appelle….
I’m thinking of doing my blog en français from now on. Unfortunately, that will limit my discussions to my nationalité,...
Random notes
Mold hates my eyes. The feeling is mutual.Isabel is weakening. I’m personally pointed toward Syracuse this weekend, so rain will...
The apple doesn’t fall far from the tree
Hannah made a beautiful little goose out of foam core last week. Part of it broke, and she needed to...
You’d need a Ronco Weekend-Pak-o-Matic
In order to pack any more things into this weekend, I mean. Too much to do. Where to begin?Big wedding...
Did I forget to mention the smells?
Three smells predominated during my ride this afternoon: Buffalo (really, the smell from the buffalo farm reached quite a few...
Johnny, too?
When I said the other day that I hoped Elvis was healthy, I thought for a second or two about...
Hard anniversary
This is the first tragic anniversary (Memorial Day, D-Day, Hiroshima, Nagasaki) that has ever had any true meaning to me....
Best nighttime driving album ever
I should refine that. In fact, the best cool summer night driving fast with the windows open on dark roads...
Comment allez-vous?
ça va, ça va. If I hadn’t mentioned it already, I am finally following through on my lifelong desire to...
Hot asphalt is the Devil’s straight edge
Le roof, c’est fini! No idea what the French word for roof is. But it’ll come to me. And I’d...