Clay Russell – On interesting people, places, food and things

In the early 1970s—even in San Antonio, where I lived—Mexican restaurants were not yet to be found on every corner or in every…

At Christmas 1969 my brother received as a gift a black-and-white Sony television. It was small—a cube about a foot on every side—but…

I’ve created some excellent book titles that cry out for books to be written around them. I don’t have time to write the…

Anyone who’s spent time in these pages knows of my odd experiences in Dreamland. From Richard Nixon and the avocado tree to Harrison…

I pay fifty dollars a year for access to the New York Times cooking section. Regular subscriptions to the paper give you articles…

My iPhone 14 Pro is the first device I’ve owned that uses facial recognition for logins of websites and the phone itself. I’ve…

In 1976 my grandmother took me on a cruise aboard M/S Starward of the Norwegian Caribbean Lines. The vessel seems a dinghy compared…

It was a month after I turned 18 that my mother took me to Las Vegas to see Frank Sinatra. It was November…

When I woke up today, the light seeping in beneath the blinds on the bedroom window was a lighter shade of gray than…

My dad died this morning. Jim Russell was 94 and, after a diagnosis of prostate cancer a few weeks ago and news that…