You never know what might happen. In October I was locked into Portland life. I bought a membership to the art museum, and was looking for a new place to live – as our little 1895 bungalow is slated for destruction in early … Read on
I talked about Russia, again. It’s sort of a pet project these days – defending Russia as a travel destination. But this time I did so on Rick Steves’ radio show. Listen: This just in: Russia doesn’t always have the best reputation outside Russia. … Read on
Jimi Hendrix was not very happy on the day I was born (March 22, 1968). Because I’m in Seattle, I went to MoPOP (the Museum of Pop Culture). And lingered longest at the small exhibits on Nirvana and Jimi Hendrix’s travels. The latter … Read on
Fred Meyer in Portland is near the house. So I go. And when I go, I wait. No grocery/department store has ever had more inefficient cashier service. While I wait, I look around. And the other day, I saw this. The best sales table I’ve ever seen. A perfect little party. Hershey’s, lemon cake and “matzah” for snacks. Coffee to drink. Downy to clean up. And Raid to kill all the god damned bugs.
I’d share this on Facebook if I weren’t unFacebooking this month. So here it is.
No rock’n’roll band NOT named for an E Street has provided a more consistent, welcoming SAX SANCTUARY for the controversial woodwind than the Rolling Stones. At my count, they’ve left room for sax parts in 50 songs, 16 of which get bonafide solos. … Read on
Lately I’ve been wondering if my constant attention to social media has become an addiction. Connecting online can be useful and fun, sure, but I let it take too much of my attention. And most of the time, to be honest, it makes … Read on