Ask Alice

Alice: You don’t understand what it’s like to be me.

ME: How can you say that? I am you.

Alice: Not really. Remember that this blog has an author.

The Ritz Hotel

Sometime during high school, the idea that going to England and Scotland would be fun entered my sweetie’s mind. We (OK. Really that should be ‘she’) organized a trip and off we went. From the title of the post, you might be thinking that we were born with silver spoons in our mouths. We weren’t. We stayed in hostels, flop houses, and every once in a while a bed and breakfast. We did eat in restaurants a whole bunch be we also went to grocery stores and bought snacks and

I’m Back

Well. No. I’m not. I’m still not here. I may well be at home but I’m not socializing on the net. If I’m at home, I’m probably asleep. How unfair? Hmm. I don’t know. I have stuff to do. However, I am back enough that I may start catching up on reading things. It is hard to