Category Archive: Life, a little four letter word.

New York, London . . .

. . .Sticklepath!  Beneath the mists rolling down from the moor we huddle by the gentle fire, the cold damp settling into the skin.  Nature’s soothing balm. The night so quiet but for the… Continue reading

Once upon a time in the west . . .

. . .  up in Truckee, California, we fell into the crowded Moody’s restaurant, hungry and pleasantly exhausted from the day’s skiing in nearby Northstar, Lake Tahoe.  Rather than wait for one of… Continue reading

Thinking about bars . . .

. . . I am reminded of one where conversation rarely strikes.  Cafe de la Presse, in San Francisco, has become my regular cafe of choice for breakfast.  Being on my own I… Continue reading