This hangover is pissing me off, mainly because I really don’t think I deserved it. I only had two-and-a-half cocktails last night, which I’d made myself, at home, from high-end vodka — … Continue reading
We, the people of the United States of America — the 99% — need to stand together and demand more paid vacation time. Two weeks a year, what most of us … Continue reading
The tiger lunges suddenly and I jerk back, yanking my hands and arms up into my sides, out of reach of her flashing claws. “Ho-lee SHIT!” I gasp, swallowing hard. My heart … Continue reading
Even traveling, Ham and I love to cook four ourselves as much as we love to dine out. It’s great fun to see what we can do to replicate or improve … Continue reading
Puerto Vallarta is full of sublime restaurants. Wealthy American and Canadian retirees, honeymooners, cruise ship passengers and sun-seeking gay tourists all bring to this little Pacific coast jewel their bulging wallets and their … Continue reading
“Are you sure you don’t want me to come in with you?” Javier asks as we say our goodbyes outside the bus station in Guadalajara. Poor guy, he looks rough. … Continue reading
The Mexico Chronicles, Part 3 Javier lives only a few miles from the hotel, but the trip by car takes more than an hour. He drives a slow, circuitous route around the Mercado de Libertad (also … Continue reading
The Mexican Chronicles, Part Two At first glance, Guadalajara is not a beautiful city. She’s loud, haphazard, makeshift, exhaust-choked and confusing. She sprawls awkwardly over the high foothills of the Sierra … Continue reading
The Mexican Chronicles, Part One I ask the pleasant, trim little man behind the ticket counter if it’s possible to upgrade to Clase Primera. He opens a drawer, takes out a little white … Continue reading