Last meal? At least that’s what I’ll be getting next week from one of my favorite morning maidens at Black Bear.
Thoughts on happenings in the city of Madera.
“The Iceman Cometh.” A terrific play by Eugene O’Neill, but nothing compared to “The Ice Lady Splasheth.”
If you’re a fan of meteor showers you are probably already aware and stayed up, or rose early this morning, to see the Quadrantids display.
Well, here we are gentle reader. Ready to tackle 2012. Hmm, tackling.
Oh, gentle reader, it is time again for that annual toast, and if you are missed here because of space feel free to boast. Below a few best wishes and meager attempts at rhyme. I hope for nothing in return, except smiles most sublime.