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
Recently I wrote an article for Skift pondering whether US travel media has a “blindspot bias” against picking Russia as a “best place to go” in those annual travel lists. I also talked about the subject on This Week in Travel, the most … Read on
A lot of talk and social media swipes have followed reports that Donald Trump wondered why the US doesn’t get people from Norway (white, wealthy, stable) as opposed to “shithole” countries like Africa (a continent of 54 countries) and Haiti – both known, … Read on
Just about every travel writer I know recently applied to the NY Times to go to all their “52 Places to Go” this year. And like just about every travel writer I know, I didn’t get it. (It does look like they made … Read on