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The Grateful Dead – 5 July 2015. The last song, Attics of my Life, the perfect goodbye, from a perfect band, never sung more beautifully. Thank you for all the […]
Tip No. 542: NEVER ask directions from your husband or offspring. All I wanted was to find one little antique store that was not far from our rental. Eight miles […]
Tip No. 542: NEVER ask directions from your husband or offspring. All I wanted was to find one little antique store that was not far from our rental. Eight miles […]
Oh the joys of vacationing with adult children. One of us is thrilled by the downpour, and one is annoyed. Guess which is which, the world traveler, or the little […]
My men atop Mt. Royal, Montreal. Don’t they look so great!
My Uncle Pitts. An Italian from Pittsburgh. Who has a name like that anymore? Who delights in their children to this degree anymore? A full kiss on the lips, holding […]
I hate poetry, except for his. His, I love. http://www.powderkegmagazine.com/andrew-squitiro