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….
Read More(I joke a lot but what I’m about to tell you is not a joke.) A comment came in to my blog today….
Read MoreThe worst roadside restroom I ever visited was in northwest Indiana. It was 1989 and a friend and I were on a late-night…
Read MorePeople in many regions of the country have their distinctive dialects and colloquialisms. One man’s dinner is another’s supper. Y’all and youse are…
Read MoreWhen asked what my last meal would be if I knew I would die soon, I generally name lamb, raspberries and pears. The…
Read MoreH, to Aide: “I feel shitty. Cancel that thing in the morning and get me in to see Dr. Y. Better yet, have…
Read MoreSome years ago — not too many years but two or three eyeglass prescriptions ago — I walked into a restaurant in New…
Read MoreWhen I mentioned to Calvin yesterday that I intended to do something for tonight’s dinner with some Cornish hens I knew were in…
Read MoreMy friend Rob, whose sharp eye and opinion I respect, put something on Facebook the other day about the kitchens of someone called…
Read MoreIn yesterday’s news was a story involving a meeting that took place this week between former president Bill Clinton and U.S. Attorney General…
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