Travels with The Rayman

There is only one other year that I was thoroughly separated from family for our national eating holiday.   Having taken possession of my bright red MG (this harkens back to the 70s), I was flying up Berryessa Road in … Keep Reading…

Well, here we are.  One day before the election of our lives.   So, what am I doing? Thinking about pork.  We love pork although, we feel guilt when we eat it.  We feel sorry for the pig.  We feel … Keep Reading…