The Great Parking Lot Escape
Once upon a time, you had to pay cash to exit parking garages. That’s it. Cash. No credit cards. No paying ahead and using a little ticket to exit. No…
My Cups Runneth Over
In considering the number of times I’ve been called amply endowed in my life, I’ve come up with the following count: Never. Don’t misunderstand me - I am totally fine…
A Trip to the E Arrrrrgh
Once upon a time, a friend had a pirate-themed party to celebrate the release of one of the Pirates of the Caribbean movies (Part 17: Captain Grandpa Sparrow versus the…
Do I Dare To Eat A Beet?
I don’t know if there is an actual medical diagnosis for the irrational fear of beets, but if there is, I have it. I don’t know when the fear started.…
A Strange Wind Blows at Blarney Castle
The Blarney Stone wasn't at all what I expected. I think I expected to walk up to a benign, short and happy stone basking in a field, surrounded by clover…
The Windy City versus the Hairbrush of Doom
Recently I traveled to Chicago for a conference. I was honored by the request to give a presentation, so despite the fact I'd rather run myself over with my own…