“Are you here for pick-up?” asked the nice young lady as I approached the hostess stand. “Nope. Lunch for one please,” I beamed as her eyebrows shot up involuntarily. She slipped out from behind the counter, skirted the half dozen or so single people hovering waiting for their take-out orders as well as several Door-Dash … Continue reading
My dull eyes rolled to the side of my immobile head, burdened with the hot wetness of the forced oxygen pumping through a C-2 pap mask. I mustered enough strength to raise my hand to my neck and describe a cutthroat motion toward my hospital companion. He simply moved his head … Continue reading
He’s a darling little dog named Ollie. Adorable. I was referred by my hairdresser, Tuan. If you are referred by Tuan, you will get top priority from me. I do not mess with the man who does my hair. As I drove to the meet-n-greet, I thought no way…not doing this. It’s … Continue reading
Where am I? In the Caribbean sitting in Kenny Chesney’s famous Old Blue Chair on Cinnamon Bay in the Virgin Islands? Nope! Lake Havasu City, Arizona. You can tell by seeing the London Bridge in the background, of course. This was our before-and-after-stop on the evening Birthday Cruise with Captain Kevin who moonlights from his … Continue reading
One of my favorite people in the world, the beautiful, vivacious Linda, lives in Lake Havasu City. When she first moved away from our San Mateo neighborhood I was crushed and disappointed that she was moving to Arizona. As our busy lives went in different directions, we lost touch. We reconnected at a Trans International … Continue reading
Meagan and I took a walk on West Cliff Drive in Santa Cruz, California. We both flew for TIA (Trans International Airlines) in the ’70s. It was only recently that I learned, from Meagan, I had caused big trouble in Jeddah, Saudi Arabia, by getting our airline banned from our crew hotel. It was a … Continue reading
The slim, handsome man dressed in a royal blue three-piece suit with a bright yellow tie was standing in the doorway of an apartment building in the French Quarter of New Orleans as I strutted up the street in an LBD (little black dress) and red stilettos. I smiled in his direction and he placed … Continue reading
