Train travel is great, if you know how to do it
Amtrak should put me on the payroll, because I’m one of the company’s best ambassadors.
For years, I’ve been extolling the virtues of trains. My husband’s an even bigger fan than I am. Train travel is less expensive and more comfortable than flying, and the food is better. Come to think of it, you don’t even get food anymore on most airlines, unless you fly overseas. Unless you count half a handful of peanut and a thimble of ginger ale as “food.”
We like to “take the train” a couple of times a year, if possible. Sometimes we manage to combine business with pleasure. Either way, it’s the most relaxing means of transportation available.
The piece of furniture that held a little girl's heart
Does anyone out there know what a “chifforobe” is? I do, but I had to look up the word to spell it here, and it took me forever to get close enough for Google to do the rest.
According to Wikipedia, a chifforobe is a piece of furniture that combines a wardrobe with a chest of drawers. Some folks might call it an “armoire.” I think the word is a bit archaic, especially since my grandmother used it. That’s also why, when I first started looking for the correct spelling, I thought it might be related to “chivaree.” Anyone who’s ever seen “Oklahoma!” knows what that is.
Useless resolutions and lane hogs at the pool
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In Italian families, you have to learn to make noise
You’ve heard the stereotypes about Italian families. Most of them are true.
It doesn’t matter whether the family member who “came over on the boat” has been in the grave since 1900, nor is dilution through intermarriage with other ethnic types a concern. Just as the blue-eyed blonde holding a CDIB card proudly proclaiming 1/4092nds degree of Indian blood is a Cherokee citizen, an Italian is an Italian.
How to tell if Santa’s been in your home
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The blatantly false ring of the old ‘coverup’ allegation
The caller did not identify herself, but I recognized her voice. She’d called and left a message before, with the same claim.
Nuts may be good for you, but are they worth their weight in gold?
“Nuts are good for you,” my husband reminded me as he scooped handfuls of walnuts, and then pecans, into plastic bags at Reasor’s last week. On our way to the car, I scanned the receipt, to find out what had cost us an arm and a leg. It was those nuts – fully a quarter of the entire bill, about $25.
The arrival of the nut crop is one good reason for dreading this time of year. I know nuts are all in vogue these days as being among the “good fats,” along with avocados and coconut oil. And the farmers and retailers know it, too. They understand that behind every wife trying to manage a household budget is a husband repeating the mantra of “they’re good for you,” which somehow justifies the higher grocery bill.
Getting ‘took’ on Facebook is a weighty matter
Nov. 17, 2013
Just do your business, and get out of there
Strange things happen in public restrooms. I don’t mean the kinds of things that make headlines when pop singer George Michael or former Republican Sen. “Wide Stance” Larry Craig hang around stalls, looking for action that should take place a reasonable distance from toilets. I’m just talking about everyday, run-of-the-mill, casual comments and quirks that accompany human beings in their perpetual quest to rid themselves of bodily waste.
I told you a few years ago how my cousin Kelley chunked a rock into a septic tank outside an outdoor facility at Lake Fort Gibson, causing a backsplash that doused her brother and me in unspeakable filth.
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