So “we” went to Greece in 1971 to make a movie. This was waaaaaay back when I was still married. The movie didn’t get finished due to a series of events which I cannot go into now, because:
Travel
My Montreal Then and Now
I’ve got a big birthday coming up. The exact number doesn’t matter, but trust me, it’s big. Put it this way: In the 1950s I was a child, but now… I’m not. So I’m getting contemplative. Here is a wistful vignette of a bustling and burgeoning city, a warm and welcoming place – my Montreal – and how it changed.
Driving Me Crazy
A tale of anxiety run rampant: such was my lot about 40 years ago; luckily, as this fictionalized account implies, it eventually ran its course entirely. (Okay, almost entirely. I still prefer to avoid scarily high bridges.)
8 special memories of the Hamptons
Sure, the drive to the Hamptons in eastern Long Island, 90 miles east of Brooklyn, passes through typical countryside scenery: horse ranches, farmers’ fields, an Indian reserve – Shinnecock, and the like. But here are a few sights that stood out for me on my recent visit.
Crossed Eyes and Dotted Tees 