I Love Shakespeare

A line from Con Air, a Bruckheimer extravaganza. Glycerine induced sentiment where the ex-Ranger moral hero Con tries against all odds to make it back home to his estranged wife and child. His obstacle a bunch of Special effects and a discipleship-plus of deranged Cons of varying ethnicity and sanity. The line in the title […]

Jet-lag again. I love it. It means back in the ‘Dam soaking up the quaintness coupled with the wetness, the dampness, the shiver-me-timbers it’s winter in Amsterdam.

I have one adjective to describe my visit to To-Ron-To: COLD. It’s minus this, but FEELS like Minus that much colder. Spent an evening in Huron country, even […]