I haven’t written anything worth reading in several months. Laziness, for the most part, sort of encouraged by two writing friends, who within weeks of each other, told me, “It’s not worth it.” They were talking about putting pen to paper at a time when many readers have the attention span of fruit flies. I […]
One of my favorite things, now that climbing Kilimanjaro or crossing the Atlantic on the Kon-Tiki are out, is having breakfast at a real diner while reading The New Yorker. The two go hand-in-hand. I love the weekly mag, and diners, authentic ones with scarred leatherette booths, where the black coffee comes with a spoon […]
For the past few weeks, I’ve tried to talk to my body. My body, of course talks to me all the time—a twinge here, a stiff shoulder there, a finger unwilling to bend when I want it to… Ever since the loss of vision in my left eye, there’s been a problem with both depth […]
…or an American nightmare? Last weekend I thought I was in need of a breakfast buffet. My friend Rich suggested several places in NOVA, and then recommended we go to the Golden Corral Buffet and Grill in Manassas, Virginia. First, some background. All-you-can-eat buffets, to the best of my knowledge, do not exist in France. […]
I love diners, those places were the waitress calls everyone ‘honey,’ where the food is just short of too greasy, and the check for a complete breakfast is less than ten bucks. There are still such places, but they’re vanishing. Back when I drove to Florida a couple of times a year, I would always […]
