Posts Categorized: Florida

Bits and pieces

No feature-length topic today, just some scribbles to keep those cards and letters coming. So, without further ado, here are some bits and pieces. The short arm of the law Keen-eyed readers can see a certain increase in rambleosity (hey, Merriam, new word here!) in my recent posts. Using those keen minds along with those… Read more »

Here come the bad grapefruit

Honestly, I don’t know what took so long. I’ve been waiting for months now for the shoe to drop. Each new visit to the fresh market fills me with trepidation. Finally, the last visit’s haul seems to confirm my fears. Here come the bad grapefruit. I only mention this as a reminder. You already know,… Read more »

Why not just walk in the daytime?

Yet another cold front is heading down our way. Of course, it’s right after we got a couple of nice days for my morning walk. When I bemoan the fact to family and friends, I always get the same question. Why not just walk in the daytime? I’ve got very good reasons for my pre-dawn… Read more »

What a terrible loss it is to have hair

Earlier this week, I related the account of my tragedy with a prime rib roast. I mentioned I traveled to the fabulous Penn Dutch for my meats. On the return trip, a concatenation of events led me to socking conclusion. What a terrible loss it is to have hair. This will not be a post… Read more »

Yente the (Brazilian?) Matchmaker

South Florida was a pretty nifty place to grow up in when I was young. Thanks to The Great One himself (Jackie Gleason) we were a hub of entertainment and arts. It’s where you came to film Bond movies, watch variety shows and go to theater. My Mom was especially keen on exposing me to… Read more »

Into the west

This post will not be as evocative as the haunting score or beautiful vocals by Annie Lennox. Nevertheless, I have my own saga to relate and, as it happens, it is my own “Into the west” tale. For you to understand the truly epic scope of this story, I must first set the stage for… Read more »

Northern holidays

There are a number of things I enjoy about being clean-shaven, the least of which, surprisingly, that I look younger (on account of the beard containing substantially more of the famous Daniels family white hair than on the top of my head). Chief among those simple pleasures is eating, especially barbecue. And corn on the… Read more »