Barry Alberts, Cheers to You

Just two weeks ago, Barry Alberts and I were driving home from another fantastic dinner at Paradise Farms in Homestead, FL. Barry had asked me to help him pour four Spanish wines for the evening—wines he knew that I was familiar with, and that he had paired perfectly with the dishes prepared by some of…

A Private Family Matter, A Book Review

Peace is a daily, a weekly, a monthly process, gradually changing opinions, slowly eroding old barriers, quietly building new structures.                                     John F. Kennedy My quest to find out more about my aunt from those who knew her at a younger age brought me to the actor, author, and one time professional football…

Europe Trip 2013: First few Days in Austria

I apologize for neglecting to post on the blog, but I have been traveling via plane and car to the destination where I am currently writing: Kleinlobming, Austria–in the beautiful Austrian state of Styria. An American friend and I have traveled here for the wedding of our Austrian friend, which will take place later this…

Taste of the South 2013

This past weekend I attended the annual charity gala in DC known as “Taste of the South.” This event, started in April of 1982 by a group of Southerners who were homesick and desperate to share a piece of their Southern heritage with the good folks of DC, remains one of the most popular charitable…

39 Minutes in Venice Beach

She just wanted to get a taste of what it was like in the morning before it would be corrupted by the movement of the day. After picking up her rental, which was much bigger than the car that she drove at home, she made her way out to Venice Beach–just for her taste. This…

House of Prayer No.2, A Book Review

“What do you want? Your boss asks you one night in a strip club.  You don’t know what you want; you seem to have everything you need—job, girlfriend, car, bar, beach. Historically, as with the realtor, when your employer asks you this question, it’s always like a sign from God that you’re about to move…

John Lennon Didn’t Play Football

This may be a series: Letters from my Aunt. My idea for this blog in the beginning was very different than most of the posts that I have been writing along the way. I saw this as a place to share stories; mainly historical stories about strangers. I never intended to share so many personal…