New Year’s Eve

Crowds of people are not my idea of a good time. I like my space and I don’t like noise. Crowds of drunk…

A note about “Letters from Clay”

(I joke a lot but what I’m about to tell you is not a joke.) A comment came in to my blog today….

The worst roadside restroom I ever visited was in northwest Indiana. It was 1989 and a friend and I were on a late-night…

H, to Aide: “I feel shitty. Cancel that thing in the morning and get me in to see Dr. Y. Better yet, have…

Some years ago — not too many years but two or three eyeglass prescriptions ago — I walked into a restaurant in New…

My friend Rob, whose sharp eye and opinion I respect, put something on Facebook the other day about the kitchens of someone called…

In yesterday’s news was a story involving a meeting that took place this week between former president Bill Clinton and U.S. Attorney General…

(Caution: contains coarse language) The story has been in the works too long, partly because it’s important to me and I wanted to…

There is a restaurant in Paris that I like very much. Truth be told, there are a dozen or more restaurants in Paris…

Three years ago I was living in Fitou in France during a period of decompression and introspection. The preceding autumn had been just…