Last weekend, I paid $50 to spit wine into a bucket. I was one of thousands who trekked to Santa Rosa for the “Wine Road Barrel Tasting.” The event continues this Friday through Sunday, and if you visit, here’s what… Continue Reading
Bella sat across the table from me, sipping a glass of red wine and chatting with the men gathered around her. She was witty, raven-haired, and feisty. Her smile was intriguing and her laughter contagious. During dinner we talked, and… Continue Reading
My kid brother, JD, and I shared a secret for years. Our folks expected us to be in bed at 11 pm on Friday nights. They thought that this was most generous–a full two-hours past normal lights-out. But we disagreed.… Continue Reading
My earliest love letter came to me in first grade. It was penned on a napkin and tucked inside a Flintstone’s lunch box. I LOVE YOU!!! Mom’s missives came crafted in indelible magic markers and big, block print. Cursive handwriting would have… Continue Reading
It’s the week before Valentine’s Day, and you have permission to do some romantic housecleaning during Dump Your Significant Jerk Week. Yep. It’s an actual event, but don’t look for a Hallmark card to celebrate. You’ll have to improvise. Some people… Continue Reading
The star at the center—the pigskin—speaks at last. Hi, this is Jimmy Jockstrap, and I have with me today Pigskin Football. Let’s begin with an off-the-gridiron question. Mr. Football, aside from the game itself, what’s your favorite part of the… Continue Reading
It’s 7 am and the race is on–the daily sprint to the shower. Winner gets hot water; loser faces a cold blast of reality. The genius who designed our house put two bathrooms side by side, and then installed plumbing… Continue Reading
“If we don’t leave now, why bother going?” My wife has her luggage packed. My clothes are still piled on the bed. “Just two more emails,” I say. “It’s almost 11,” she folds her arms. “Won’t have to open the… Continue Reading
“Know the rules well, so you can break them effectively.” ~ Dalai Lama XIV As of January 1st, there’s no free parking on Sunday in San Francisco, your employer can’t demand your Facebook password, and there’s now a limit on… Continue Reading
My owners are off taking a break, so I offered to pound out Robb’s column on the old Selectric. This will be a quick yelp, since my double-dewclaws get hung up in the return key. Not sure why humans call… Continue Reading
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