Try as I might, I'll never be truly elegant. Elegance requires restraint, and the Mediterranean man in me can only be held back for so long before he rears his luxurious locks and attempts to smolder. […]
The morning after a storm is always cool enough to have a cup of coffee on the new porch. Which is needed since the dog, deathly afraid of thunder, pants and drools on my head all […]
I find my tastes are changing. I’d like to say “evolving”, but I think that is giving myself too much credit. Perhaps it is just this middle age thing. Walking into Corporate Creature and The Architect’s home […]