A Galveston Thanksgiving
Once again the day of thankfulness and overeating arrived. I spent this one with MBW and the HA in Galveston. We rented a room in
If Ken Lizzi has a quest it is to help infuse a pulp sensibility into 21st Century fiction
Once again the day of thankfulness and overeating arrived. I spent this one with MBW and the HA in Galveston. We rented a room in
We all know the aphorism: If you don’t have anything nice to say, don’t say anything at all. The problem is that this week’s post
My sojourn continues, this last week primarily in or adjacent to Portland. I left behind my relatives house in the forested hills, taking MBW and
I’m spending a couple of weeks in the area I lived most of my many, many years. MBW and the HA preceded me by almost
Today’s post is almost entirely pictorial. I’m rather busy at the moment preparing from an uninvited visit from Beryl. She’s never welcome, blustery, impulsive, and
I returned Wednesday from a week in Merida, Mexico. Merida is the capital, and largest city, in the State of Yucatan. MBW, the HA, and
I loaded MBW and the HA into the car Thursday morning and headed south to Corpus Christi on a gloriously bright morning. Similarly bright mornings
Today MBW and the HA and I drove north to Tomball, Texas to spend a few hours wandering about the Tomball German Christmas Market. The
Only days remain in my stay back in Oregon. I will be returning to Casa Lizzi in Texas early Tuesday morning. I’m beginning to look