The ocean’s much too warm, the drinks much too cold. I really see no future for Hawaii. To me, it's just a fad.
Month: March 2022
Power of the Dog
I bought a white couch, despite 2 dogs and a grandbaby. Sometimes, I order out my disappointments, as you might a pizza.
Good Luck, Papa!
I've offered to watch my daughter's dog, since I don’t like to kennel family members, and Penny Laine is a lovely pup, a beautiful honey-ginger whose hobby is chewing all my best stuff.
Smartcus Comes Home
I’ll hug my son just a tad too long. To me, he’s that great book you just finished and can’t bring yourself to put down.
The Gloppy Truth
Technically, this rum we were drinking was moonshine, and though most rum has a tint, a tan, a sort of teaky Caribbean lacquer, this one did not.
Skip the Ruskie Vodka
Soon, the clocks will change. Pollen will coat the window sills. The sun will blast the flowers, turn them into hard candy. Boy and girls will drop easy pop flies.
Snoopy Has a Hangover
I recommend this red wine as a cure-all for insomnia, disenchantment, athlete’s foot, hair loss, gout. This isn’t Gatorade they’re pouring. It’s more like a bloody steak. Yum.
Cabernet Sunsets
I’m spending Mardi Gras with my own personal Bacchus (Bittner) up here amid the grapes. “Sonoma,” they call it. Rhymes with coma.