At first, I blamed my two pre-dinner margarita cocktails for the man who wasn’t there. Remember the rhyme that gin makes you sin, whisky makes you frisky, and brandy makes you randy? Well, here in the US, tequila, the main...
Read MoreThe sight of the Stars and Stripes gently fluttering in the blue sky has always enchanted me. I’m not sure why. Maybe the psychic who told me I’d had a turbulent past life here in America was right? He reckoned I’d been around...
Read MoreWhen my partner Bill encounters a bad driver I plead with him not to hoot. “Remember we’re in America,” I say. “They might have a gun.” In my doctor’s waiting room, a clearly mentally ill patient was ranting. I pretended to...
Read MoreThe restaurant was buzzing with a smart after-work crowd. The professional looking women on the next table settled their bills. Then they held hands, bowed their heads, and said a prayer before heading home. I’ve often seen...
Read MoreI’m just back from the eyeball-hurting, freezing cold of New York where my senses were assaulted by screeching subway trains, honking cars, the pitiful sight of panhandlers on corners, and the smells of garbage and cheap pizza....
Read More
