It all started with a kinky BBC show about people who fall in love with inanimate objects. Supposedly, there is a woman married to the Berlin Wall and another woman in love with the Eiffel Tower. Okay, the Eiffel Tower I understand. It’s very shapely.
Other than a good laugh I wouldn’t have thought more about the show, but then I read about a line of priests that are said to guard a tree in the woodlands of Diana, the roman goddess of fertility.
Continue reading →One of my first memories as a child was meeting Teddy, my Fairy Godmother. In actuality she is my Godmother. Somehow my childish brain confused my bedtime stories with this sweet, loving woman who in many ways was bigger than life.
As a child I saw her on rare occasions, which helped to keep the Fairy Godmother fantasy alive. When I was an annoying thirteen, we moved nearer to Teddy’s house and I learned how magical Teddy really is.
Continue reading →I’ve just read about prisoners making wine out of fruit cocktail and stale bread. As gross as that sounds, it got me thinking about the origin of wine. Was wine an accident of old grapes and bread. Did a house servant of yesteryear noticed the chickens staggering around and singing off-key after devouring last night’s table scraps? Did that servant then think, hey, I’d like to do that?
Continue reading →[weaver_youtube //youtu.be/Vem_BfEgeUw sd=0 percent=100 ratio=.5625 center=1 rel=0 https=0 privacy=0 showinfo=0] (Play back Full Screen at 720p for maximum pleasure) This past Christmas, I was invited to the San Rafael Christmas boat parade. I had watched it from the shore once in the past as I love the lights and the mood it sets, but this time I had a chance to be part of it on one of the boats.
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