Recently Read Books

  • A Delicate Truth- John Le Carre (fiction)
  • Perfect - Rachel Joyce (Fiction)
  • The Expats - Chris Pavone (Fiction)
  • An Event in Autumn - Henning Mankel (Fiction)
  • Winter in Madrid - C.J.Sansom (Fiction)
  • The Brothers - John Foster Dulles and Allen Dulles - non-fiction
  • LIfe Among Giants - Bill Roorbach (Novel)
  • Empty Mansions - Bill Dedman (non-fiction)
  • Woodrow Wilson (non fiction)
  • Lawrence in Arabia (Non-Fiction)
  • In Sunlight and In Shadow by Mark Helpren (Fiction)
  • Lesson in French - Hilary Reyl (fiction)
  • Unbroken- Laura Hillenbrand (Non-Fiction)
  • Venice, A New History- Thomas Madden - (Non- Fiction)
  • Life is a Gift - Tony Bennett Autobiography
  • The First Counsell - Brad Meltzer (Fiction)
  • Destiny of the Republic - President James Garfield non-fiction by Candice Millard
  • The Last Lion (volume III)- William Manchester and Paul Reid (non-fiction, Winston Churchill)
  • Yellowstone Autumn -W.D. Wetherell (non-fiction about turning 55 and fishing in Yellowstone)
  • Everybody was Young- (non-fiction Paris in the 1920's)
  • Scorpion - (non fiction US Supreme Court)
  • Supreme Power - Jeff Shesol (non-fiction)
  • Zero day by David Baldacci ( I read all of Baldacci's Books)
  • Northwest Angle - William Kent Krueger (fiction - I have read 5 or 6 books by this author)
  • Camelot's Court-Insider the Kennedy Whitehouse- Robert Dallek
  • Childe Hassam -Impressionist (a beautiful book of his paintings)

Thursday, February 28, 2013

Egrets and other Photos

I really like to see egrets.  Here are a few photos I took in the last couple of weeks.


Now for Salt Lake Back Yard

Tuesday, February 26, 2013

More Pictures From Ironwood Country Club

A couple of weeks ago I posted some photos of Ironwood Country Club in Palm Desert.  Here are a few more:

Colorful Bushes

My Back Patio - Mom Feeding Baby

Ready to Pick

The Lake behind my Condo

The Lovely Sharon Hitting One Over the Lake

Through the Gap

Mt. Eisenhower

Thursday, February 21, 2013

The Canadair Regional Jet CRJ 200

Last night I was on a plane. I was just on a plane last Thursday and again on Monday of this week.  Now again last night.  I am too often on a plane. This was a different flight than the one described below in the blog entry entitled “Not Another On-Time Departure”.   The plane I was on last night was a Canadair Regional Jet CRJ 200.  I am on this model of plane a lot. It is possibly the most uncomfortable plane one could fly on. If the government forced prisoners to fly on this plane, the government would be sued for cruel and unusual punishment.
It is very smallplane.  The seats are narrow.  It is hard to fit carry-on luggage in the overhead bins.  There are 12 rows of 4 seats (Seat A, Seat B, Seat C, and Seat D.)   Row 13 has two seats, Seat 13A and Seat 13B.  Next to 13A and 13B is the lavatory which is essentially the size of a large microwave oven.  Once you are in the lavatory you almost have to back out of it in order to get out of it.  It is very difficult to even turn around in this lavatory.  You have probably heard of the Mile High Club (of which I am not a member) well I am pretty certain you are not going to join the Mile High Club in this bathroom unless they have solo memberships.

Seat 13B is without a doubt the worse seat in airline history.  It is literally in the lavatory. You can hear and smell everything that goes on behind the folded door to the lavatory.  I have been assigned to Seat 13B more than once.  On one occasion, I am pretty certain the guy in the lavatory, who just inches from where I was eating airline peanuts and drinking a diet coke, asked me if I had any spare toilet paper. Maybe this is a lie but it feels true.

The seating plan of the Canadair Regional Jet CRJ 200 is as follows.


There is a website  called the Seat  This is a real website. I did not make it up.  This is what it says about the Canadair Regional Jet CRJ 200:

The Canadair Regional Jet (CRJ) is configured with all coach seating and every seat is a window or aisle; there is no middle seat anywhere.  No video equipment or audio in-flight entertainment is installed and power ports are not equipped on this plane.

The least desirable jet in the fleet, since there is no chance to upgrade. This plane is so small that window seat passengers can really feel the curvature of the fuselage intruding into their shoulder and leg space.

 Did you get that? This plane is so small that window seat passengers can really feel the curvature of the fuselage intruding into their shoulder and leg space.  Tell me you want to sit in a window seat on this plane.

The aisles are so narrow that if you are seated early during the boarding process, say in row 3 or 4, which are the rows I try to book, every boarding passenger crashes into you as they walk by.  People do not take their purses, satchels or other bags off of their shoulder strap as they walk past so you are literally struck by each person’s bag as that person walks by.  If you have to get up to go to the lavatory during the flight, when you walk down the aisle to the back of the plane, yes back by seat 13B, you crash into almost every passenger behind you in seats B and C of each row.

I always try to book a seat on row 3 or row 4 so that if the plane goes down, I die first. On this flight I was sitting in Seat 4C, fourth row back on the aisle.  The plane left as scheduled from the gate but inasmuch as it was snowing hard in Salt Lake, we had to get de-iced.  That delayed us 15 minutes or so.  I have been de-iced more this winter than any for a long time. 

Once we were airborne I started reading my Economist magazine.  I was reading an intriguing article about “mass dissatisfaction” in Bangladesh. Apparently, a large number of people in Bangladesh are not just pissed off, they are very dissatisfied. I suppose if a friend meets a friend for coffee in Bangladesh and the first friend asks the second friend “How are you?”, the second friend will answer, “I am very dissatisfied”.  They must have recently flown on the Canadair CRJ 200.
The guy next to me in 4D was clipping his nails.  The guy in 4A asked the flight attendant for "lots of napkins" because he really had to blow his nose.
Anyway, as I was reading the mass dissatisfaction in Bangladesh article, I heard the guy in 5D (the window seat behind me that, to quote the Seat Expert, “is so small that window seat passengers can really feel the curvature of the fuselage intruding into their shoulder and leg space”) ask the guy in 5C what he did for a living.  The conversation went as follows:

5D:  What do you do?
5C:  I am in the milk business.
5D:  You are in what business?
5C:  I am in the milk business.
5D:  Are you a farmer?
5C: No I market milk.
5D.  Wow, that is very interesting, I love milk.  If I don't have at least two glasses a day I don't feel right. Very  cool.
5C: Well it is an interesting business.
At this point I silently offer a Prayer ("Beam Me Up Scotty, There is no Intelligent Life Here").
5D:  I have always wanted to be in the cheese business.
5C: Really?
5D:  Yeah, Have you seen how much some of those cheeses cost?  I can't afford to buy most of them. Whats the big deal they take some spoiled milk and add different flavors and then they sell it for a bundle.  I would really like to get in the cheese business.
The conversation between 5D and 5C went on in this general manner for the entire flight.  I learned that 5D sold software to call centers and other businesses.  His company's software is what comes on your phone when you call any business and the recorded message says, "This call may be monitored for quality assurances." No wonder the guy wanted to be in the cheese business.
We landed on time and I was picked up at the airport curb by the Lovely Sharon.  It was nice to see her.  I wish I had brought her some cheese.

Wednesday, February 20, 2013

Porn Star Study

One of my primary on-line news sources is The Huffington  It has extensive posting and articles not just on current events but on politics.  I look at The Huffington Post several times per day.  In today's on-line version there was an article entitled:

"Porn Star Bra Size, Weight, Hair Color Averages: Jon Millward's 'Deep Inside' Answers All"

The article can be located at:

Here is some of the information in the article:

 - The most common hair color for female porn stars is brown. Brunettes (including black and brown hair) outnumber blondes nearly 2 to 1

-  The average porn star weight is 117 lbs for women, 167.5 lbs for men.  

The average porn star height is 5'5" for women, 5'10" for men.

-  The heaviest female porn star is 719 lbs. The lightest is 74 lbs.

-  The most commonly reported bra size was a 34B

I wonder why someone would make an exhaustive study of porn stars.  I suppose it is one of the government funded projects.  I am more surprised there is an article on The Huffington Post about it.

Saturday, February 16, 2013

Not Another On-Time Departure

I have been on hundreds of airplane flights during the last 35 years.  I am certain that I averaged 15 trips (business and personal) per year for the last 35 years multiplied by two for flights coming and going, that totals up to 1,050 flights.  However, some trips included connecting flights and therefore, there were more than two flights for those trips. Whatever the number is, I have been on a lot of flights.  With that many flights you would think that things have gone wrong on some of them.  They have.  I have all kinds of mechanical problems, delays, lost luggage, golf clubs sent to the wrong city and cancellations. The Lovely Sharon thinks I am an airplane jinx.  I might be.

I had a flight once on a DC 10 from San Diego to Salt Lake City that was initially delayed because a stabilizer was broken,  I don’t know what a stabilizer is but it sounds relatively important don’t you think?  The flight was scheduled to leave San Diego at 8:30 pm or so and was delayed for something like an hour and a half while they worked on that issue.  The gate attendant finally announced the repairs had been made and we boarded the plane.  Once we were on the plane, we sat for another 30 minutes wondering what was going on.  Finally they announced that one of the doors (that opened vertically disappearing up into the side of the plane) was stuck open and they couldn’t close it.  You cannot fly at high altitude with an open door so we sat for another 45 minutes until they figured at how to close the door.

Another trip that I was on was delayed because one of the toilets was not working.  They had to bring a toilet repairman on board to fix the toilet.  That took about a half hour.

Another plane that I was on had a pilot who did not like his pilot's seat in the cockpit.  They brought in another seat that was also not to his liking and still another seat which he found acceptable.  Big delay.

I was on two flights over an 18 month period where a flight attendant erroneously activated the emergency chute at the gate in Salt Lake.  In each case it took about 45 minutes to repack and get the paperwork done.

I was on a plane at the gate in West Palm Beach where cockroaches or some other type of big bugs were loose on the plane and they had to bring on someone to round them up.  The cockroach roundup was in coach and I, thank goodness was in first class, where I belong but seldom am.  Before the cockroach roundup guy came to the rescue, I could hear people in coach yelling “COCKROACH” followed by foot stomping.  The pilot finally announced we had a small infestation problem and that an expert had been called.  Almost an hour later we were airborne.  Fifteen minutes or so after flying the friendly skies, a green thick liquid, almost like wet Jello, started dripping from the lights and air vents above our first class seats onto the passengers, including me.  Finally the pilot (yes the same fellow who had previously announced the infestation problem) announced that

 ”for those of you in first class, don’t worry about the green drippy stuff, we think it is just condensation with dust in the overhead bins.  If it gets on your clothes, let us know and we will get you cleaning certificates”.

The dripping finally stopped.  It occurred to me this was like an Old Testament flight, first a plague of locusts and now a plague of green slime.

I was on another flight  that took off for Salt Lake City from Ontario, California.  Ten munutes or so into the flight an announcement was made to inform us that the crew could smell smoke and we needed to go back to make certain an engine was not on fire. We arrived to fire trucks, amubulances and men in asbestos suits,

I have a lot more stories, however, Thursday’s flight from Salt Lake City to Ontario, California, had its own unique comedy.  I arrived early at the airport for an 8:30 am flight.  I went to the Delta Crown room and read the paper.  I finally walked to the gate, B-13, and was surprised that the plane was not at the gate even though we were supposed to depart in 45 minutes.  The gate agent said the plane had just landed and that we should be boarding shortly.  The plane arrived at the gate and the onboard passengers got off of the plane.  I assumed we would have 15 minutes or so while they serviced the plane. 
After 30 minutes an announcement was made that an air conditioner valve was not working and they were taking a replacement part off of another plane and then the mechanics would put it on our plane and after the paper work was done we would board and leave.  After another 15 minutes were told they were still working on it.  After another 15 minutes they told us it was taking too long and that instead of  us taking that airplane, which was at Gate B-13, we would now be taking an identical plane that was at Gate B-10, just across the concourse.  I had not checked luggage, so it was easy to walk (40 feet from the east side of the concourse to the west side of the concourse).  For those who had checked golf clubs and luggage, these items were removed from the Gate B-13 plane and put on the Gate B-10 plane.

They finally started our boarding process on the Gate B-10 plane. After 8 or 10 people had boarded the Gate B-10 plane, boarding was stopped and we were told, that the bags and personal items of the previous flight crew were still on board the Gate B-10 plane and we could not board until the old crew came back to take their bags off of the plane.  However, they were currently unable to locate the old crew so it was unknown how long the delay would be.  Our crew was the Gate B-13 flight crew who had moved across the concourse with the gate B-13 passengers not the Gate B-10 flight crew who had disappeared so we could not fly off with the old crew's bags.

 I suppose the previous flight crew was located because after another 20 minutes or so, the rest of us were allowed to board the plane.  Once on board there seemed to be no rush to get people seated so that we could quickly leave to make up for lost time. That seemed odd to me and I suspected there was some other issue. The front door of the plane remained open and after another 15 minutes or so, the pilot announced that a red warning light on one of the engines had come on and had been looked at by the mechanics.  However, he did not know where the mechanics were and they had not brought back the paper work to allow us to depart.  In another 15 minutes, the pilot made another announcement, that the mechanics were still not located.  The pilot then stated that in previous years, they would have flown even with the red warning light but that protocols had changed and we could not leave until the issue had been resolved.

After another 10 minutes still no mechanics.  This was not looking good.  Then they started removing the checked luggage and golf bags from this Gate B-10 plane that we were sitting on, putting it on the luggage trucks.

Yep, a new announcement was made.  We were now all getting off this plane at Gate B-10 and were going back to the plane at Gate B-13 as the Gate B-13 plane was now fixed and the Gate B-10 plane was not fixed.

We gathered our bags from the overhead bins, left the Gate B-10 plane and we all walked together back to Gate B-13.  Gate B-13 was packed with people inasmuch as a flight from Salt Lake to Kansas City had been assigned to take the Gate B-13 plane when our flight was moved to the Gate B-10 plane. But now we were taking the Gate B-13 plane, after all it was our rightful plane, and to hell with the Kansas City passengers.  If all of these gate references are making your head spin, think about us passengers moving gate to gate to gate.   A new announcement was made.

 “For those of you going to Kansas City, your flight is now leaving out of Gate B-10 just across the concourse, please got to that gate for boarding.”

Those of us, who hoped to eventually get to Ontario, had mixed emotions for the Kansas City passengers.  Some of us were chuckling under our breath knowing the Kansas City passengers were heading over to Gate B-10 and a broken plane, others felt compassion for their plight (“plight” not “flight” inasmuch as there did not seem to be too much flying going on here).  I was thinking “you poor bastards” you don’t know what awaits you, good luck”.

After another 15 minutes waiting in line at Gate B-13, we boarded the Gate B-13 plane and finally left the gate, taxied and took off.

After we were in the air, we had another announcement that told us that if we wanted to use the onboard Wi-Fi for our phones, computers and Ipads we could do so for a fee.  Also if we wanted wine or cocktails it would cost $7.00 each.  You would think that after all of the horseshit they just put us through over the last, almost two hours, they would be pouring free drinks and giving free Wi-Fi, but no, there would be no freebies on this flight.

 As we were in the air headed to our destination, it occurred to me that when I am on a flight that leaves on time, they smugly announce “Another on time departure”.  Since they do this when there is an on time departure, I feel like they should be required to announce something like for our flight:

“We just screwed up two airplanes, inconvenienced you, caused you to change gates three times and in general we took two hours from your life that you will never get back. Have a nice flight and enjoy yourself wherever your final destination is today.”
Here is an appropiate Delta Airlines ad:


 We experienced change alright from gate to gate to gate.

Wednesday, February 13, 2013

Ironwood Country Club

The South Golf Course at Ironwood Country Club in Palm Desert is beautiful.  I have taken hundreds of photos of it over the last 16 years.  I know that beauty is in the eye of the beholder, but it is hard to argue with its beauty.  Here are a few photos I have taken:


Monday, February 11, 2013

More Favorite Photos

 I like these photos:

What a cute couple

I need to get a hat like this for the Lovely Sharon

Keeping our country safe

Look at the bike rider's smile
Oh Yeah! Prove it.

I took this one a few years ago

Saturday, February 9, 2013

Chris Botti

I have blogged before about Chris Botti. A great trumpet player

  Here is "The Way You Look Tonight" by Mr. Botti

Friday, February 8, 2013

The Man with a Monkey on His Head

I found these vintage photos on the internet:

I have always been attracted to women who make cement

 This may be the hippest guy I have ever seen

I don't find this photo unusal.  When I hang out with friends I frequently have a monkey on my head
I really don't know what to make of this fellow.
Everyone likes a nice stocking photo

Girls will be girls.  She had a wooden leg and a cedar chest

Thursday, February 7, 2013

Philip Craig and William Tapply Novels

Over the years I have read a few novels by Philip Craig and a few by William Tapply.  These mystery novelists have continuing characters Brady Coyne (a Boston lawyer) for Tapply and J.W. Jackson for Craig.  JW Jackson lives on Martha's Vineyard with his family.  Before Craig's death in 2004,  Craig and Tapply wrote three novels together where their characters working together on solving crimes on Martha's Vineyard.  These novels are good reads, not heavy and fast reads.  I like the setting, Martha's Vineyard and even printed a map from the internet so I could follow the exploits of the books.

The books are:

First Light
Second Sight
Third Strike

When Craig died, Tapply wrote the following tribute:

I met Philip R. Craig the same way thousands -- close to millions, I guess -- have. By reading one of his books. This one came to me from his editor before it was published. She hoped I'd write a blurb for the cover. I read the book in one sitting. It took place on one of my favorite places -- Martha's Vineyard -- and the hero/narrator, J. W. Jackson, was a guy after my own heart. The book was full of fishing and adventure and food and pretty women. It was at once funny and wise and tense. It was called A Beautiful Place to Die. I loved it. I wrote the blurb and thought: This Phil Craig is a man I'd like to meet.
Phil and I did meet shortly after his book came out back in 1989. We hit it off instantly, as I was sure we would. I knew I'd like the man who wrote that book.
A Beautiful Place to Die was Phil's first in what became the very popular Martha's Vineyard Mystery series. He wrote a book every year after that first one, all narrated by J. W. Jackson, the Vietnam vet/ex cop/part-time sleuth. As the series unfolded, J. W. married Zee, his sweetheart, and they had children, and J. W. morphed from a loner into a family man -- an identity that Phil found entirely comfortable and familiar. He would deny that life imitates art, or vice versa, but Phil was devoted to Shirley, his wife, and Jamie and Kim, their kids, and their grandchildren.
J.W.'s adventures all took place on the Vineyard. But Phil and Shirley were globetrotters. Phil had an insatiable thirst to travel, to explore new and off-beat places, to try on new cultures.

My wife, Vicki, and I spent a lot of time on the island with Phil and Shirl -- mostly when the bluefish and stripers were around. We surf-cast, we dug clams and raked quahogs, we mixed martinis, and we laughed. There was always a lot of music and laughter in the Craigs' house.
As Phil and I traveled around New England promoting our books, we often found ourselves on the same panels. We shared similar views on politics and religion, similar tastes in literature and movies, similar senses of humor. We probably weren't as witty and clever as we thought we were, but we had a lot of fun playing off each other. Privately, we started calling these events "The Phil 'n' Bill Show."
As these things sometimes go with writers who are friends, each of us began to mention the other one's character in our novels. My hero, Brady Coyne, began to show up occasionally in Phil's books, and J. W. Jackson made several cameo appearances in mine.
Neither of us could remember where the idea came from, but it occurred to us that collaborating on a novel would give us a tax-deductible reason to visit back and forth, lounge on the Craigs' balcony overlooking the sound and the pond with our wives and plenty of martinis and bluefish pate, beat around ideas about characters and plots, and when the tide was right, do some fishing. Plus, we thought writing a book together might be fun. Phil was one of the least materialistic people I've known, but we both figured that a collaborative novel might double our fan base, such as it was.
We started with a title -- First Light -- and the vaguest of all ideas: Brady would visit the Vineyard to compete in the Derby with J.W., and adventures would surely ensue.  Our approach to collaboration was designed to put our friendship above the demands of art. In order to avoid the inevitable disputes and arguments and ego-trips that could arise from writing together too closely, we decided to alternate chapters. We would not mess with the other guy's stuff.
First Light (subtitled by the publisher "The First Ever Brady Coyne/J. W. Jackson Mystery") got written that way. Phil did the odd-numbered chapters, and I got the even-numbered ones. Then we wrote another called (cleverly, we thought) Second Sight.
Our third collaboration (and, alas, our last ever) is called Third Strike. It will appear next November. Phil Craig was at the top of his game when we were working on this story.
Collaborating on a novel is an intensely intimate undertaking. It can make or break a friendship. It made ours.
Now I have lost my dear friend, and readers everywhere have lost a friend, too. But luckily we can always visit Phil in his books, where we'll find the lover of swordplay and Errol Flynn movies and Hemingway short stories, the fisherman and cook and purveyor of "delish" recipes, the folk singer and guitar-strummer and jokester, the world traveler and sailor and poet, the professor of English, the cowboy from Durango, the jovial host, the devoted husband and father, my loving and beloved old friend.

If you like these types of books check these out.

Wednesday, February 6, 2013

Childe Hassam

A year or so ago, I posted a picture of a painting done by American Impressionist, Childe Hassam.  In the Bud Cave, I have a large coffee table book about Childe Hassam.  I was looking at it again last night and it made me realized how much I like his work.  I know nothing about art, but I do love paintings, photographs and sculptures.  I have read some about the artists whose work I particularly enjoy.

The following information is from

Childe Hassam(October 17, 1859 – August 27, 1935) was a prominent and prolific American Impressionist painter, noted for his urban and coastal scenes. Along with Mary Cassatt and John Henry Twachtman, Hassam was instrumental in promulgating Impressionism to American collectors, dealers, and the museums. He produced over 3,000 oil paintings, watercolors, etchings, and lithographs in his career, and was a founding member of The Ten, an influential group of American artists of the early 20th century. His most famous works are the “Flag” oil paintings, completed during World War I.

Childe Hassam was born in Dorchester, Massachusetts. He studied at the Boston Art School, was apprenticed to an engraver from whom he learned the techniques of engraving, and thus began his career as an illustrator. He went to Paris, in 1883, and studied with two academic artists, Louis Boulanger and Jules Joseph Lefebvre. His fellow student, during this period, was the American John Henry Twatchman who had previously studied in Munich. These years in Paris, occurring as they did when Impressionism had reached its peak of influence, were important to Hassam. When he returned to America, he began to paint in the Impressionistic style and, in 1898, he joined with Twachtman, J. Alden Weir, and seven other American artists to form a group called "The Ten". Their purpose was not merely to exhibit jointly but also, by so doing, to revolt against the stifling force of accepted academic styles-in a certain sense, they wanted to do for American art and taste, what European artists were accomplishing abroad.

The Americans had a more difficult task, for the history of art in America was still quite brief and the American tradition was principally one of imitating conventional, accepted, "safe" artists. Hassam was a resident of New York City and his favorite subjects were aspects of New York life, which he presented with a light, sparkling palette, endowing streets and buildings with the light and color inherent in Impressionism. He also painted some rural New York and New England landscapes with the same light touch. His work was so pleasant that it was readily accepted and Hassam received many prizes and awards as well as being elected to the National Academy in 1906. In 1915, at the age of fifty-six, he turned to the technique he had learned as a very young man and began to work as a graphic artist. Before his death he had completed over 350 plates, both etchings and lithographs. In these, using only black and white, he sought to achieve the effects of sunlight, as he did in the oil paintings upon which he also continued to work.

Without a doubt, Childe Hassam is America's favorite Impressionist. One might argue Impressionism is the world's most loved art movement and that therefore, Hassam is amongst the most celebrated of all artists born on U.S. soil.

Here are a couple pictures of his paintings:


Sexy Valentine's Day Gifts

Next week is Valentine's Day.  I never  know what to do, what gift to buy the Lovely Sharon.  I just bought her Christmas gifts. Now it is time for another gift. Less than two after Valentine's Day is her birthday.  Less than a month after her birthday is our anniversary.  So for three months straight it is a gift buying frenzy for someone who seems to have everthing.  What do I do?  Yesterday I think my  Valentine's gift dilemma has been anwered.  I received the following email from Jerry Seiner GMC dealer:

What says "I love you" more than a coupon for a spray in truck bed liner.  It is romantic don't you think?  I could give flowers or jewelry or even sexy lingerie but why when I can give her a coupon to get a pickup truck bed lined with some protective coating.

It made me think about other Valentine's gifts I could give the Lovely Sharon.  How about "brief jerkey"?  That's right folks panties made of beef jerkey.

If she wore brief jerkey around on a hot day, I imagine all of the dogs in the neighborhood would be following her around.

How about a heart shaped spatula? She could make me heart shaped eggs, or even better I could make her heart shaped eggs.

Now here is a good possibility, a liquor bottle bouquet.

So many good possibilities. Everyone likes a romantic dinner so another good choice is that I could buy her some meat to eat.

I suppose I could buy her a new outfit

I could get her a sexy bathing suit.

I think I will settle on just a card, a hug and kiss, and then a romantic dinner

Monday, February 4, 2013