Groovin’ To The Oldies…
I cannot say it’s all bad sitting on a bench with a cloudless sky overhead, watching the dolphins swim by in perfect symmetry.
I cannot say it’s all bad sitting on a bench with a cloudless sky overhead, watching the dolphins swim by in perfect symmetry.
Last Sunday I grabbed my passport and left Manhattan, crossing the Queensboro Bridge, headed to Greenpoint in Brooklyn.
The Polar Vortex crept into our apartment and ensnarled me in upper respiratory hell, surrounding me in a large mass of cold, dense mucous and sinus pain.
Polar Vortex. It is so obscenely cold in NYC that it is difficult to breathe. I quickly walked the dogs to Central Park and it was intolerable.
Car shopping is now a deliciously satisfying and creative experience.
It’s Monday and I’m serving up a Pu Pu Platter of tasty items and some that just are not that palatable.