The Return of Travel

The Return of Travel

Back in the day when we were working stiffs, my husband and I enjoyed Sundays as a day of rest. It was our habit to settle with a mug of coffee and several muffins, sided with fruit, and enjoy a leisurely read of three (!) Sunday papers: the LA Times, The Orange...
The Cult of Apple Refined

The Cult of Apple Refined

I’ve been a card-carrying member of the Apple tribe since 1984, back when there were floppy discs. By card carrying I mean I’ve forked over massive amounts of cash to purchase the out-of-the-box-ready-to-use Apple via credit card… I must confess that...
The High Cost of Carmel

The High Cost of Carmel

“Yikes!” my husband called from his home office. Though his room was merely ten feet from mine, I seldom heard him shout. He didn’t mutter at his emails and yell at his printer like I occasionally did. He’s a civilized and self-contained model citizen of the computer...
I Speak ‘Strine – and You can, too!

I Speak ‘Strine – and You can, too!

Though the country is as locked down as America is, it’s Spring Down Under now and my husband and I would love to travel to Australia again. Again and again. There’d be no language barrier… well, of course, you think. Aussies speak English. However,...
The Return of Travel

The Arc of Casa Colando

 Our house is a very, very, very fine house in the parlance of Graham Nash. But our house one-ups his storied home in Laurel Canyon where he co-habited with Joni Mitchell and two cats—our house has a past, a potentially dangerous past due to its connection with...