Several years ago, MJ and I made a pilgrimage to the land of (some of) his forbears, Ireland. We traveled on our own to Dublin, took a bus up to Termonfecken to peer at the lichen-covered headstones – searching for said forbears – rented a car in Galway, and adventured our way down the west…
Miss Haversham’s
I know, I know. My first post in weeks, and it has to be an ad, right? It’s all true, though. “Dad, how about a little light in here.” “Oh, sure. The blinds are all down because your mother wanted it that way. I don’t mind, though.” So, I give it a good yank, and…
Sigh…
At this moment in time, I should be in a cushy Charleston, South Carolina hotel, perhaps just stirring to make some coffee and preparing for, oh I dunno, maybe a walk over to some famous breakfast spot we saw featured on one of Tony Bourdain’s travel/food shows, tiny camera in-hand ready to snap a few…
