Venturing outside New York City — Traveling again, Part V

On our fourth morning in New York City, we rose early (for us) and took a Lyft to the closest car rental that had any kind of car at all within the city, which Richard had reserved days before with Avis. The office was about a mile from our hotel near Times Square, and across the street from Madison Square [...]

May 26th, 2022|

Broadway, Baby! Traveling again, part IV

I had procured two tickets for “Wicked,” the NY Broadway show which elaborated the story of the two witches from The Wizard of Oz, several weeks before we left on our trip to the East. It was easy enough to get them online, but since we were somewhat close to departure, there was a kerfuffle about how we were going [...]

May 17th, 2022|

New York, New York! Travelling again, Part II

For this second leg of our trip to the east coast, I set about finding a hotel in New York City (NYC). This had never been difficult for me in the past; we had stayed at the Crowne Plaza at Times Square several times previously. It’s conveniently near the theater district, there are lots of restaurants, cab and Lyft drivers [...]

May 5th, 2022|

Travelling again, Part I – Toronto

My beloved cousin, John Allen, died too young, not long after his 69th birthday, on April 1, 2020, in Toronto, early in the pandemic. Although he was a distant cousin (our shared ancestor is way back there about five generations), we had felt a strong connection since meeting more than twenty years ago. He reminded me a bit of my [...]

April 26th, 2022|

Old lady with too much going on and a lot of long-winded honesty

  I have an acquaintance who writes a blog called Snarky Senior. And boy, she has no qualms about being cheeky. It’s pretty entertaining, of course.   I’m not quite as in-your-face as she is, although I used to be when I was younger. But I found I was not attracting a lot of camaraderie with this approach, and although [...]

March 8th, 2022|

Camp Fire Girls cultural borrowings from late 1950’s forward

I had a song running through my head this past week, and realized it was from Camp Fire Girls’ camp, 1957. (I was actually singing it to my old peculiar tortoise shell cat, Leila, who loves being sung to.) I always thought that these were the words: “Ocky tocky oomba, ocky tocky oomba, hey diddle, hi diddle ho diddle ay,” [...]

February 22nd, 2022|
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