Our travel gang had decided it was time for a cruise.   And to the Mexican Riviera, no less. Looked to be a lot of  fun.  Well, everyone piled onto the boat, and took stock of the surroundings.  The cabins were great, with two of them being sumptuous suites, but not, unfortunately, with hot and cold running girls.  

When dining in Japan, one was not always sure what was really on the plate. Or worse yet, one knew what was on the plate, but to save “face”, had to choke it down anyhow.

My young friend Carson, who just turned two in November, is getting to be quite a golf aficionado. But let me tell you about it. Seems that all summer he has been hanging with his grandpa Jurgen, at the Everett Golf and Country Club.

Once, long ago, while hanging out in southern Spain with buddies Mark and Gary, we decided to drive to Casablanca, of Ingrid Bergman and Humphrey Bogart fame, for a long weekend. First stop, of course, was mysterious Tangier, across the Strait of Gibraltar, via ferry.