Travels with Charley

This guy Steinbeck. In 1960, he takes his dog, a Standard Poodle named Charley, loads up the specially crafted camper he calls Rocinante and heads out to “Discover the America he has made his living writing about.” “I need to do that!” I said to myself. Truthfully, I have been wanting to do it since the crash of late 2011.

Say “Yes”

First; the good news. I have not been sick since the week of the Super Bowl, also known as the first week of February (someone grab a cross, an ace of spades, a Kippah, a lock of Lindsay Lohan’s hair, and some wood to knock on). Quick confession: except the couple times I drank too much and

Music for the soul

Being sick and getting woozy, or feeling like I can faint from too much activity, keeps me from “jamming” much these days. But last night, a couple of friends came by with their musical talents and abilities, and the Wind Cried Mary. Or someone was crying- maybe it was the neighbors because it was so awful. But I

Well, well, well. 1st Entry

A journey can only be a journey when there is motion -existential or kinetic- and it is the dynamic I want for this blog; to turn the wheels. I want to make this place an honest look at the human experience through what I hope is a unique perspective of having owned two restaurants, served