Original anecdotes, commentary, rumination, and occasional pontification.
MAY 16, 2025 -This evening Beth and I went out to dinner with my sister Jenny, still in town for her opera gig but with the night off. We ate at the 112 Eatery over in the North Loop of Minneapolis. Tucked into a long narrow space of a building from the late 1800s, the …
NOVEMBER 3, 2024 – (Cont.) Last Christmas our younger son and his wife gave us a gift certificate to a local swanky restaurant—sight unseen. Both son and daughter-in-law are foodies of the highest order, meaning both are experienced food critics. They’ve wined and dined in the finest eating establishments around the world, most particularly Paris …
NOVEMBER 2, 2024 – I’m no foodie; never was and probably never will be. In cooking up this restaurant review, I have to acknowledge my lack of culinary credentials. During my law school career, which coincided with the most intense phase of my competitive running career—I lived alone and cooked for myself. My daily diet …
APRIL 10, 2023 – Much of the world has long emerged from pandemic isolation—unmasked and unconcerned. For reasons well known to most of my readers, I’ve lived the past 15 months as “Bubble Boy.” Before today, I’d ventured inside retail establishments only five times. Today was the sixth—partly in celebration of the recent completion of …
APRIL 9, 2023 – Halfway up each of my ascents of “St. Moritz” this morning, I noticed a large twig embedded in the melting snow. With a flat irregularity at one end, the twig looked like a spike—the kind, I thought, that the Romans used to crucify Jesus and the two robbers—and doubtless countless other …
JANUARY 25, 2023 – I’m a full week into eating on my own while Beth is eating in style—judging by the establishments listed on our Visa account (e.g. Bubbles by the Beach; Johnny Mananas). Awhile back, after decades of preparing daily dinner and leaving the dishes to me, Beth hinted unmistakably that I should learn …