Month: January 2017

  • Funeral

    Last week a co-worker’s mom died, and I went to the funeral with another co-worker. Let’s call him Mr. J____. There was a reception before and the service after. I had previously polled the office to see if it was appropriate to attend the actual funeral of someone you had never met, if you knew…

  • March

    Of course we were at the Saint Louis march. I was really astonished that with the impressive turnout our numbers were only in the tens of thousands. It certainly felt like a hundred thousand women. When we were at 8th street I looked back and saw a crowd back to Union Station at 18th, and…

  • Potential Travel Fight Averted

    As I said before, our travel fights are about security or getting lost, and I managed to avoid the getting lost fight. Even before we started we were headed inexorably toward the Getting Lost fight. Asheville is at the southern terminus of the Blue Ridge Parkway. I’ve been on the BRP before, in ’74, the…

  • The Great Nashville / Asheville / Nashville Trip

    So on the second day we drove from Nashville to Asheville, and in the evening ate at what we thought was a neat little pizza place. Come to find out Mellow Mushroom is a chain that has a St. Louis location. It was good, but our efforts to eat local failed. On Wednesday, the day…

  • Obligatory Travel Fight

    Given how predictable our travel fights are, you would think we could control them. We only ever fight about two topics: staying safe and getting lost. This trip’s safety argument happened on day one. We drove – well, Gary drove – to Nashville, and that night we decided to do something we’ve never done in…

  • 2016 In Review

    Dear Me from One Year Ago: Usually these letters to younger versions of yourself are addressed to the twelve or twenty-year old version. Enough has changed the last year to make me a different person than just twelve months ago, so this goes out to Ellen 2016. So, since January 2016 the Menopausal Misery you…