Only he’s not a boy anymore. He’s a fine young man, and a damn fine guitarist. This past weekend Barbara & I flew up to Bellingham, WA to see Walking Stick for the Giant perform at a local nightclub. That’s the band Arthur and his friends created. We had a blast! In the middle
One of the things I find fascinating about the internet is that it’s enabled wide-spread sharing of some amazing “assets”, at no charge. This morning, for example, my friend Bruce sent me a PowerPoint file that contained a bunch of fantastic photos that someone just launched into cyberspace. We’ll probably
I’m sure many others have already had this experience, but it’s a new one for me. WiFi and internet access while cruising over Northern California at 34,000 feet doing 500+ knots! Sure, the connection gets a little slow at times. But the amazing thing about the singing horse isn’t how
Mysteries told from the perspective of a detective’s dog. Sounds weird, but it not only works, the stories are fun to read. That’s the Chet and Bernie series, authored by Spencer Quinn. Quinn has a knack for getting inside the head of Chet, the canine component of the detective team.
Hearing that Monarcas is a Mexican restaurant you’d probably assume you know its menu without even setting foot inside. I know I did. Which isn’t a criticism of Mexican food, by the way: I love Mexican food, and have many favorite Mexican restaurants. But Monarcas is different. Without being trendy,