» No comments   |   Monday, April 21, 2014 at 6:37 pm

Guilt may be a strong word, but somehow it seems appropriate. I am in a comfortable motel suite just a few miles from The Little House on the Prairie, where a learned docent talked me through the many hardships of the Wilders. The replicated cabin in which Laura and her family lived sits in the [...]

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» No comments   |   Thursday, April 17, 2014 at 10:17 pm

Groucho may have had it right when he said he “would not belong to any club that would have him as a member.” I did not take his advice when Rene Lasserre invited me to become a member of his Club de Casserole. I thought of that last night when I dropped my silver key [...]

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» No comments   |   Wednesday, April 16, 2014 at 4:34 pm

Well, it wasn’t really the wine that sang, but it certainly glistened. After dinner I went into the hotel bar because of a pianist who was singing. And singing very well. It was late, but a couple dozen other people had gathered at tables around the grand piano to hear Bobby do Broadway, James Taylor, [...]

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