Gus Andreone – Hometown Hero #WATWB

If we were having a beer, you would be picking on me again. “Can we assume that you were making rather merry on Thursday Mr. Cratchit?” “Excuse me?” “And, excuse me for saying, but if you’re casting him as Bob Cratchit, you are casting yourself as Scrooge.” “Be careful Cheryl, it’s his turn to buy.”... Continue Reading →

You Could Buy That – #SoCS

Psst, Dan, over here. “Hey Donnie, what’s up?” “Just a head’s up, your buddy is complaining about your being late.” “I guess I better get in there, thanks!” “You’re late.” “I am ten minutes late, and that’s only if we’ve somehow established three o’clock as an official starting time.” “You’re late, Dan. He’s already ordered... Continue Reading →

(Almost) All is Right

If we were having a beer, you’d be confused by my opening remark. “Welcome back!” “Thanks, but I wasn’t gone.” “I guess I should have said ‘welcome back, Cheryl’ to avoid the confusion.” “Oh, right. I’m sorry, Cheryl, I didn’t see you. Unfortunately, I’m looking at him.” “It’s OK, it’s good to be back. So,... Continue Reading →

No Volcanoes Here/#SoCS

I though you guys would like to know what Cheryl was doing while we struggled with her replacement. Don’t try to do the geography, it only works in my head.

I’m going to try and turn off comments over here.

Tropical Affair

In~vol~untary evacuation can lead to marvelous e~vol~utionary processes. For instance, last week we were forced to cancel our dream vacation (again) to Costa Rica, land of volcanoes and Pura Vida. Since we don’t have relatives living in brick homes elsewhere in Florida, we looked outside of the vacation peninsula for refuge. Much of my family lives in Louisiana, already filled with evacuees from the devastation of Hurricane Harvey as the state itself is just now recouperating from the mind numbing flooding they experienced last Summer. We have children up in Nebraska,  but since flying was already iffy at best, we decided to head to Atlanta where there was ONE hotel that we found good reservations. And where my youngest lives, a great opportunity to visit one of my ducklings.

No, there were no volcanoes there; but what we found were wonderful receptive communities who opened their hotels, restaurants and hearts…

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