tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3972382144120426476.post4384879724830210389..comments2024-03-28T22:15:17.067-05:00Comments on Every goddamn day: 03/29/24: Rome flashback #1 "There never is a next time"Neil Steinberghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11468057838260476480noreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3972382144120426476.post-7329316299896271502017-04-10T13:50:51.862-05:002017-04-10T13:50:51.862-05:00(your not you)(your not you)Privatehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10757585399827295128noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3972382144120426476.post-78938263125343894162017-04-10T08:36:56.812-05:002017-04-10T08:36:56.812-05:00A great opportunity for you son to study and trave...A great opportunity for you son to study and travel abroad.Privatehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10757585399827295128noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3972382144120426476.post-28935590969211885642017-04-09T13:57:32.958-05:002017-04-09T13:57:32.958-05:00My wife and I have perfected the notion of going s...My wife and I have perfected the notion of going some distance away to do little or nothing by, for the past 10 years or so, spending a few May time weeks at an 'agrotourismo' in rural Tuscany, where we enjoy torturing the locals with our imperfect grasp of their lovely language and our inclination to obey the speed limits. In the first few years we dashed around the countryside visiting historic towns, touring museums and inspecting churches. Now it's mostly mornings spent at the local market acquiring the fixings for breakfast and lunch, the afternoons with a good book, enjoying the soul-soothing views of a countryside that formed the backgrounds of so many old masters and deciding which of the fine, family owned and operated restaurants in the area to visit for a leisurely dinner. I suppose we could find much of the same closer to home, but our apartment is sans television and our Italian not good enough to follow the news in other ways, a therapeutic form of isolation. And we would miss the warm Italian friends we have made. We like to think they would regard our failure to turn up a bad omen, a sign that the grapes won't ripen properly.<br /><br />Tom Tomhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09641357239788323783noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3972382144120426476.post-67231783840786970332017-04-09T09:32:57.594-05:002017-04-09T09:32:57.594-05:00Loved Lost at Sea, which started me on a brief for...Loved Lost at Sea, which started me on a brief foray into father and son literature, making my own internecine wars seem trivial and dull. Thanks, Neil, for keeping us amused in the throes of tragedy.<br /><br />johntatehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10088632798195131329noreply@blogger.com