Hiding in a Häagen-Dazs

There we were. Marjorie and I, hiding in Haagen-Dazs at the Charleston City Market. Well, "hiding" is a strong word. We'd gotten separated from the kids somewhere between vendor stalls,…

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Uh Dad

A note before we start. This one's a little different. Jim, my editor/son, gave me some sage advice about my blog posts. He says he, among others, would like to…

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My Happy Place

I met a couple from Connecticut. He was dressed as something resembling a Scottish Viking (if there is such a person) wearing a helmet, kilt, among other things. His companion…

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