“Pardon my French” is a common English language phrase ostensibly disguising profanity as words from the French language. Québec is a predominantly French-speaking province in eastern Canada with 2 vibrant cities in its south, connected by the Chemin du Roy highway along the Saint Lawrence River. ~ Wikipedia Prior to our trip to Quebec Province …
If you can afford cocktails, a 30.00 dollar entree, a good bottle of wine, dessert and a couple snifters of cognac you can afford a pair of slacks and a collared shirt.
No less than the President of the United States proclaimed, “Shaken, not stirred, will get you cold water with a dash of gin and dry vermouth. The reason you stir it with a special spoon is so not to chip the ice. James is ordering a weak martini and being snooty about it.”
Not only did I not get a date with Lucy Liu the prompt took me, to quote Sir McCartney, on a “long and winding road.”
Not only did I not get a date with Lucy Liu the prompt took me, to quote Sir McCartney, on a “long and winding road.”
My San Francisco is a series of posts that describes my own personal relationship with The City. My San Francisco pieces might be photo essays; they might be life stories or they could be commentaries. They might be a combination of some or all three. My impressions won’t necessarily be paeans to San Francisco; it’s …
When revisionist history and faulty semantics denigrates a great President.
To a large segment of the American public today is a dark, if not the darkest, day of the year. Today is the Monday following the Super Bowl marking the end of the football season and about a six month drought until the beginning of exhibition games in midsummer – it’s the sports equivalent of …
The Life in My Years 