My dad is a difficult person to shop for. (Just ask the set of golf clubs he never used that mysteriously disappeared.) Sometime around the 14th flannel shirt we gave him, he finally acquiesced to my mom’s and my plea to give us a Christmas list. This year the list included ski socks and a … Continue reading The Story of the Pork Roll (otherwise known as Sir Hamselot)
Hello dear readers! I’m back! For those of you who noticed my absence, one—wow, thanks, and two—I apologize. The time has come for me to blog again because, if you didn’t check this update here, I am headed to the other side of the world. [I wanted to say, “To the Land Down Under!” but I’m only … Continue reading “Down” but not out!