Attaching a specific dish to a certain holiday is more common than you might imagine. Obviously there is turkey on Thanksgiving. Ham on Easter. Grilled meat on Memorial Day, the 4th and Labor Day. And our aforementioned breakfast casserole on Christmas. I might offend my Southern (and Texas) friends who snarf down black eyed peas […]
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It was a nice book-end to the year. A hike on the last day of 2024 as a follow up to my hike on the first day of 2024 Back on January 1, I started the year with a hike of Goat Island Preserve near Dallas. A fun day of discovery and learning new territory
“It’s not about the bike,” Lance Armstrong said and then gave that title to a book. The book was about his cancer journey and how bikes helped him traverse it. It also relates to a daily relationship with one’s bicycle. I’ve said it before that I’ve gone from hundreds of miles each week to (almost)
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There it is on the breakfast table every Christmas: the egg-and-sausage casserole. It is simple enough to make: 6 eggs, a cup of grated American cheese, 2 cups of milk, whipped together with a dash of mustard and salt. Poured over browned Jimmy Dean sausage on a bed of Crescent rolls in a flat dish.
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It was a landmark for so many years. Then it was a place of remembrance of a tragedy. Earlier today I read a story of the history of the Pioneer Hotel. KGUN-TV’s Pat Parris interviewed the granddaughter of the Steinfields, pioneer merchants in Tucson. Mr. and Mrs. Steinfeld were 2 of the 29 victims of
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We play at least once each day, sometimes twice. Sal and I head to McCormick Park with her “flinger” and extra long leash. We play for 20 minutes or so, me flinging the 2-inch rubber ball and she chasing it. Over the shoulder catches that would make Willie Mays proud. Most days at
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It had been a lifetime since I had been to see the Winterhaven light displays. And it did not disappoint us. Long gone are the long lines of cars snaking through the small neighborhood of mid century homes. Now you can either ride a trolley, take a hayride wagon or walk. Sal and I opted
Years ago, I worked for a corporate division headquartered in Mukilteo, Washington (State). The general manager’s office had a window with a view of the Olympic Mountain Range. It looked out, un impeded, over Puget Sound. When you walked into the office, it was like you were viewing a huge painting. However, the ferry boats
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Dear Mexico, Thank you for a most enjoyable day. It was nice to meet you in person. Your city of Agua Prieta welcomed me and I saw things I hadn’t seen in years. And a lot of new things and experiences. Through my host, Vicki, my coffee dealer, I met a music teacher, a youth
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We have a new ritual: “The garbage man is here! The garbage man is here!” Reminiscent of Steve Martin in “The Jerk:” “The new phone book is here! The new phone book is here!” Seriously, it starts our day and our week. Sally perches on the couch at the window in my office waiting for
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