When you find yourself on a Monday, or any day for that matter, guide yourself to the Dingle Peninsula and settle in for a sippy (if not… Read more “Delight in Dingle & Foxy John’s “
My New Year’s Eve commenced over the Atlantic somewhere between yesteryear and the future. But really in consciousness between Nova Scotia and Iceland as the mock plane on the map displayed on the screen in front of me slowly progressed toward my physical destination, London. Embarking upon a different life’s path than 99% of us will ever be able or willing to venture down, is all things intimidating, scary, exciting and freeing. Making such a decision to sell 90% of your earthly belongings, leaving everything familiar to stretch your wings and fly in the direction of something unknown, is not an easy one.
On January 11, 2016, I awoke and as usual when I am home in Atlanta, I meandered downstairs to brew a cup of coffee, say good morning to my dad comfortable in his recliner and to pet my dog, Tucker. Earlier that morning, Tucker came back from his morning walk with my dad and unbeknownst to my him, he tore into a bag of dog food and ate to his heart’s content. He had done this once before and was sick for a couple of days, but it passed harmlessly, minus some diarrhea and throw up. My morning and afternoon consisted of my routine of trading stock options but with an intense focus as the market was in free fall. Not paying much attention to him during the day, I took him out for his evening walk and noticed he was really lagging. (more…)
I don’t profess to be the arbiter of anything relating to taste buds nor how a savory Clam Chowder’s flavor and consistency is to be described as it crosses beyond one’s palate. However, should you find yourself in Seattle’s Pike Place Market section, make your way to Pike Place Chowder, take up a stool at the bar or outdoor table and enjoy some delicious New England Clam Chowder. Or if your adventurous and have a bigger appetite try the Sampler consisting of their chowders and bisque. You can even enjoy it in a bread bowl. You won’t regret it. Trust me.
“If nothing is everything, I’ll have it all.” (“Gone“) – Eddie Vedder (Pearl Jam) The journey home to Los Angeles on the railroad tracks began in Vancouver… Read more “Seattle, I’m Still Alive! I Am Mine.”
My week in Vancouver was spent with a persistent cough, congestion, a sore throat and very little sunshine to speak of. “This is Vancouver this time of… Read more “So Long Vancouver, But It’s Not Goodbye”
My first visit to this great city just north of the Washington State/US border and I am greeted with its misty and chilly charm. Off the sky… Read more “Vancouver’s Gray Skies”