Debi and I both like artworks from the Impressionist period – and we’ve gone out of our way to see many of the exhibitions of those paintings, from the fine collection at the Metropolitan Museum in New York to the even more impressive collection at the Barnes Foundation in suburban Philadelphia. (We were totally blown…
Walking casually in downtown San Jose last night, we noticed something strange. First, lots more people than normal. And second, some of them were wearing costumes, hats with ears or fluffy tails. It turns out we had stumbled into FurCon – aka Further Confusion — an annual gathering of the “furry fandom” in a “furry…
We took advantage of Mo’s not being with us today to take a hike in Alum Rock park, in San Jose. Not a bad way to end a continent, eh?
As our dog Moab ages, I think back on many of the dogs we’ve had. Recently, Debi and I reminisced about Sasha, a Harlequin Great Dane we got when Tyler was in elementary school. (“Honest, Mom, I’ll feed her,” said Tyler. “Every day.”) She was a sweet dog, and she shared some wonderful…
Growing up, my parents kept a list of friends they would write once a year, at Christmas. These included friends from prior “tours of duty” in the Navy, former neighbors, distant family and a smattering of current relationships. The ritual each year … which thankfully I only had to observe and not execute … was…
I just updated my Skype client and was using it to talk with the grandgirls. I have to say, the experience is darned good. But then, they both started talking with me and everyone was happy! Then Macy wanted to show me something special: The girls brought up Hawaii — where we all plan to…
