After a near disaster, I get myself into serious trouble by telling a (true) story.

Martha has yet another fall...and I am terrified.

We experience a disaster...

Some thoughts about Providence...and its miniboom.

Further adventures at the Miss Lorraine Diner...including little leagues, and major hash.

We visit the Miss Lorraine Diner...and think deep thoughts about food and Art Deco.

Last time, I had us en route to Miss Lorraine’s diner in Pawtucket, Rhode Island. We arrived there about nine or ten-something. Patty pulled into the parking lot. Around us were huge buildings, formerly factories, including the Lorraine Mill itself. As I noted last time, the Miss Lorraine is built literally into the side of the former Mill. It is rather a nice structure, actually. The Diner is bright and happy in yellow and red, with a red brick base and a gleaming silver roo

I go to Beans and Buns, and meet a delightful couple on a bicycle built for two.

Some more of our adventures in Rhode Island, including Patty's House, Providence, rocket-powered roller skates, and osmium weights.

And we're headed to Providence!

Hi, Everyone, So I’m taking a brief break from my tale of our visit to New England. That’s because I want to do two things. First, I’d like to thank everyone who sent me good wishes on my birthday. That was amazing, and I’m truly moved. Second, to celebrate my birthday, or at least acknowledge it, I want to share a little video I did yesterday. It’s entitled “Portrait With Piranha,” and is a brief meditation on getting older, and how that’s not such a bad thing. Also, just fy

On the joy of finding that you DON'T have Covid while at the airport.

We explore the utter madness that is the shopping arcade at Ronald Reagan Nation Airport. (argh.)

In which I kill time by reading P.G. Wodehouse and contemplating the terrifying Bobbie Wickham.

And we're off to New England...with a brief stop in Dallas first.

And we get ready for our next adventure, this one to New England!

We receive Shirley's final gift, and are grateful.

Once more, we ask what right we have to be happy in New Mexico.

We travel to Albuquerque's Old Town, meet artists, and buy art.

We travel to the New Mexico Museum ...and enounter the Marmons.