It’s hard for someone who hasn’t grown up with Thanksgiving to understand the place it holds in people’s hearts here in the USA. However, I have seen images of the Macy’s parade on TV… so was not about to miss the chance to join in the fun. line The giant balloons for the Thanksgiving…
On Sunday, I visited a craft fair – with some truly beautiful things for sale – but strangely enough, I didn’t feel inspired (nor did I buy anything) until I left the huge modern conference centre and wandered up the road to a flea market. Not just any flea market – this was the Hells…
My greatest fear is not the dark, or enclosed places or even spiders. It’s being trapped somewhere with nothing to read. It happened to me once. On a delayed flight, I finished the book I was reading half way into a four hour journey. I started prowling the aisles, looking for any newspapers or magazines…
Last weekend, we hired a car and headed up the Hudson Valley looking for some of that autumn foliage for which this part of the world is justifiably famous. It was pretty spectacular. We also found a wonderful story about how one clever man beat prohibition… and I’m not talking about Al Capone.