Marseille. What can I say?

As I sit on the train waiting to pull away from our first destination in the South of France, the time seems right to share my impressions. There were aspects of Marseille which were as expected and others which came as a complete surprise. As I had imagined, the city was “gritty” in that same … Continue reading Marseille. What can I say?

Traditional dinner

This week, as I always try to do prior to flying, I had dinner with all three of my sons. This most recent gathering was at a couple of favorite neighborhood spots. N and I started at Nicole’s for wine, taking advantage of their excellent Wine Down Wednesday special with a bottle of tasty Montepulciano … Continue reading Traditional dinner

My Dublin home

Most people, I think, believe that restaurants are a place to spend some time and take a meal. I suppose for many this is the basic truth. For those folks, though, I feel sad because a quality experience in a restaurant is about so much more than what goes into your mouth. I’ll give you … Continue reading My Dublin home

The Last Showgirl

There’s been a lot of press about the new Pamela Anderson film, one in which she displays a genuine talent for performance rather than just her physical attributes. Thanks to yesterday’s Lunar New Year holiday from school, I finally had an opportunity to catch the movie at its sole late afternoon showing at my neighborhood … Continue reading The Last Showgirl

Thoughts of thankfulness

I recently wrote that holidays just don’t mean very much to me anymore. When speaking with friends about this truth, I shared that Thanksgiving had previously been my favorite of all holidays. No crushing consumerism and the lack of pressure to produce the perfect gift, made for an easy day of cooking and eating, something … Continue reading Thoughts of thankfulness

Art (of) Mexican

Last Sunday, my fella and I road tripped south to Beacon’s Dia modern art museum. To be completely truthful our destination was completely secondary to the fact that we were seeking a good midway point between Albany and Long Island City. You see, one of my 41 paternal first cousins was in town from Ireland … Continue reading Art (of) Mexican