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THE STREETS OF DOWNTOWN Los Angeles are empty. The stores are closed. The museums are quiet. The tourists have disappeared. But the wildlife, for the most part, seem quite content to be the only hustle and bustle around. Each morning, when the sun peaks above the skyscrapers to illuminate our little window garden, the bees …
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ABOUT A YEAR ago, Sherry and I were in a small town in Minnesota staying at a Residence Inn. It was your typical chain hotel with nondescript rooms. But this place had quite the happy hour. It wasn't the friendly service or copious amounts of alcohol that impressed us the most, though. It was the …
WE use ginger. Lots of it. We make ginger ale, and ginger tea. We cook a multitude of Indian, Mauritian, Chinese and Thai dishes. Ginger is a necessity for these cuisines. But let's face it: peeling this root is tedious. The etymology of the word "ginger" (or should I say the root word of the …
In addition to sanitizing your phones and washing your hands, these can help you minimize your chances of getting the corona virus.
The hoarding is getting a little out of hand. If you know what magical powers toilet paper possesses, please enlighten me. While I think the pre-apocalypse hoarding is rather ridiculous, I do think that social distancing and taking extra precautions to minimize germ spreading is warranted. Right now, germaphobes have the right idea. Decontamination and …
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“Which way do we go?” The inevitable question faces us while staring at a fork in the road. We are on bikes on the tiny island of La Digue, one and one-half hours ride via catamaran from Mahé, the main island in the Seychelles islands. We are on bikes because the island, all of 5 …
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The recipe came from the “old country” and according to family legend, it was top secret and to be guarded. We knew them as Christmas Horns, a confection of almonds, flour, eggs, vanilla and sugar. Right after Thanksgiving, the kitchen would turn into a factory, as the kids helped Mom crank out the dough for …
If this title does not evoke a melody in your head, well, then thank your lucky stars you missed the schmaltzy tunes of the '70s. The only thing worse than Art Garfunkel chirping away at this song is having it on auto-replay in your brain as you are crawling through the megalopolis of greater Los …
Every morning and even some evenings, unsuspecting travelers are involved in an activity of high risk. It is a game that has reached epidemic proportions. It must be stopped. It is a game I call: "Shower Roulette." Perhaps even you, dear reader, have unwittingly participated in this endeavor. You step into a shower at a …
