I’ve been thinking about going off-the-grid, if only I could figure out where off-the-grid is.
It is with great respect that we mourn the passing of Dorcas Reilly, 92, whose creativity in the kitchens of Campbell Soup in the 1950s led to generations of young Americans to wonder, as they sat down at the table for their traditional evening meals, “What the hell is that?”
In perusing one of the daily papers recently, I found myself wondering how we came to believe, apparently, that we would live forever if modern medicine could just get its act together and fix whatever ails us.
Tell-all books and insider stories flourish, not because we need justification for liking or disliking the high-profile subjects they cover, but because what we really want to know is whether these people are as screwed up as we are.
(May 25, 2018) Thank goodness for royal weddings.
The fence. Ahem. THE fence. If there’s one thing most of us can agree on, it’s that our new Coastal Highway median fence is ... let me put it this way: it’s probably like meeting someone from a dating website — (he or she) looked so much better in the photos.