So I’m picking up again with us at the LBJ Library in Austin... We left the video of LBJ’s life and continued on the third floor into the “LBJ Timeline,” posters that run along the walls of the entire floor and give all his dates and the major events of his life, ranging from his beginnings as an idealistic young teacher (his students were mostly Hispanic and/or People of Color, and to the end of his days he worked for the rights of those groups) all the way to his retirement

LBJ could have been the next FDR...only, alas, along came Vietnam.

We explore the Domain, and think deep thoughts about retail in the Webcentric age.

The fruits of our labors...or, more precisely, the Pupusas and Steak of our labors.

So last time I had just gotten us to the cooking class at Sur La Table. I’ll pick up there now. I glanced at the other students. It was all couples, of course. This was, after all, “a date night” event. Most of them were much younger than ourselves. I’m guessing the average age was 30-something. Though, there were few others who were in our neck of the woods. In fact, we ended up pairing with a couple that was almost exactly our age. They told us they were celebrating their a

Just say to yourself, " Grilled Flank Steak with Chimichurri Sauce and cheese Stuffed Masa Cakes (Pupusas) with Salsa Roja." Lovely, yes?

I refuse to write about how Martha got hurt. I'm just glad she recovered. (Thank heavens.)

How we came to be cooking chicken...and bricks. No. Really.

All about our adventures in cooking classes...which are way more fun than sitcoms would have you think.