Our beloved dog, Olive – the amazing Havanese Mountain Dog – is 12 years old (the bottom 10 or so pictures). I hope she buries me, but there is a risk she will not. So we are getting set...
Old Boys With Guns
No matter how liberal your politics or how enlightened your view of guns, if you grew up during World War II I promise you were fascinated by guns in general as a kid and hand guns in particular. Even...
Talk, Talk, Talk
Been having fun giving lots of talks lately. A week ago Hilly and I went to a lovely spot called Amelia Island (a snappy Ritz resort) in Florida. Lord knows why these things vary but they do. This one...
What’s It Like Getting Old? Consider The Poop Peek.
So far, aging has been a walk on the beach for me. Goody. But there are occasional indignities and surprises. This morning, for instance, I received a package containing an extremely ornate kit with which to take samples of...
Last Lobsters of Summer
We had a wonderful dinner party this weekend…the sacred Good Bye to the Lobster, until next year. Not just steamed this trip…we’d had enough of that. But a terrific lobster stew, that made a lovely transition from summer to...